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Come have a Full Day in Fullbridge!
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Chronicle Summary
Brought to you by the Fullbridge Tourism Board, this chronicle hopes to attract visitors and residents with a love of drama and connection in their hearts. We give hearty welcome to both devout followers of the Lore of Laurelin, as well as those who seek merely a place of fantasy and whimsy. Please visit our kin for more information.
Chronicle Content
Fullbridge's whimsical theme is from the minstrel Jeffery of Heim.
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Celebration on the Bridge! ((Held on the first of each month)) We are pleased to announce that Mr. Brookin Crepsley has been elected by the villagers as their new Bridgemaster for this month of Urimë! As Fullbridge falls under Bree law this isn't a true mayorship, though it's a close enough a description to this political position to those unfamiliar with Bree-lander ways. Any resident may put their name in the hat for this esteemed title. Voting begins at the end of each month, while the swearing in ceremony is held on the first of the next. |
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Jousting at the Fullbridge Faire! ((Coming as riders sign up)) Many have heard of Mollewyn and the jousting circuit, though you may have never gotten the chance to see one in person. Well wait no longer! Any rider with a Stout Horse and Durable Chestplate is welcome to join our first tilting match. It's just as much fun to watch and cheer! ((We've developed a way to joust in-game, pairing the roll number command with scripted emotes.)) Jousting, racing, sparring, and betting on the same await you! Contact Rhyanda to sign up. |
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Real Fullbridge Merchandise! ((Available Now, to all Fullbridgers)) We've been hard at work trying to make our village as beautiful as possible, and soon you'll be able to have a piece of Fullbridge to hold in your hands! The foundations are almost finalized, and the first product is almost on the shelf. What product you ask? Why anything you want! Roleplaying residents need only tell our elders what they'd like to see in stock, and they will make it just for you. ((Note that while CafePress always charges something, we will never increase this base price, or make money off it in any way.)) |
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Be sure to read up on all our events, past and future, at the very bottom of this page!
"Fullbridge Village Charter"
We the Undersigned do swear to uphold the Safety and Good Will of our Residents, our Visitors, and even those Unscrupulous Villains that do so come to Fullbridge with Shared Story in their dark hearts.
- Odvil "Od" Appleark
Crag TackletrunkCragosKragosee TackletrunkKragosieX- My name is Suton I can spell my name this is a bear bye
- Alamir Wheatley
- Rhyanda Brenthorn, Bree Town Watch
- Gusgo Berrybell
- Brookin 'Blue' Crepsley
Hedger &GudlenI told you I'm first!Gudlen &HedgerNo you are not!- P. A. Duerr
- Alfhilde Duerr
- Postman Ridso Bramble of Staddle-town
- Halerwald
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Kindly tavernkeep and unofficial town patriarch, Odvil always has an open door and a ready ear. He enjoys devising new brews and has dreams of expanding with an inn someday. His alehouse often functions as a meeting point, as its found right at the town entrance, and everyone loves stopping in for a pint and a pipe. |
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"As old as a dwarf can be," Kragosi was born in exile to lost Erebor, and in his own gruff words he's not much longer for this world. The village's lumberjack still works timber mostly due to a Dwarf's dense strength being naturally higher than a Man's. He is often found with Od, and his axe and his wisdom are yours. |
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A youngling hobbit of surprisingly indeterminate age, the child-like Suton is the orphaned daughter of Bree's old beekeeper. Living in our towne for ten years now, she walks up to visitors offering to sell honey and wax, as well as the candles she makes from them. Her bee yard lies on the far outskirts, at the forest's edge. |
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Brookin has collected so many tomes and tales during his travels that he finds himself hosting our village's library. Nicknamed "Blue" for his pale eyes, there's a darkness pooled within that hints at past tragedy. He finds it difficult to voice this, or to trust enough to even attempt it...perhaps he'll find comfort in the written word. |
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Honor bound and seeming to always be busy with something, Rhyanda is a constable of Bree and was assigned to Fullbridge as its acting sheriff. It seems she's managed to keep the villagers safe for the time being. She's surprisingly kind for a woman of the law. |
| Those who are brought up in forests do not normally become postmen. This is not the case with Ridso Bramble, who now delivers all manner of letters and parcels around town. A lover of the outdoors, this Hobbit is known for his swift feet and service. With his twin, Radso, working in the Post Office your mail is safe in his little hands. | |
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A pleasant and caring hobbit, Gusgo recently came to town for a respite but liked it so much he decided to stay on. He works in the Alehouse where his ability to pour from a pitcher and balance goblets, even without looking, seems unparalleled. He has a taste for mushrooms and for cider. |
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Hedger doesn't seem to do much of anything, other than hit on women and try everyone else's patience. His adventures -- or attempts there of -- are comedic enough to rival the best bard's ballad, however unintentional. He finds himself caretaker of the sheriff's office when Constable Rhyanda is away. |
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Gentle giant Gudlen, our town's blacksmith, is often heard before he's seen...thanks to his constant groaning at Hedger's exploits. (This seems to have about as much effect as a wild dog on a tether: it corrals him a bit, but ultimately won't make him any less frisky.) Gudlen has a habit of trying to eat unusual things. |
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Currently trying to find yet another place to crash, celebrity jouster and horse racer Mollewyn, the Queen of the Coronal, came to Fullbridge because she's in hiding. Somehow caught up in a political crisis not of her making, she finds herself pursued by dangerous riders. Her curse of fame means they know exactly where she lives in Rohan, so she finds herself seeking refuge in our sleepy town's sleepier furniture shoppe. |
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Molly's blonde sorrel Sunset almost seems to have a character all his own, and she's quick to point out that he's the "brains of the operation." Despite their frantic, on-the-run lifestyle, the two never seem to be apart for long. Sunset is trained to unhitch himself at her whistle, or even race back to a home location. |
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Ceylo, the Mistress of the Lance, the Golden Wave: but her friends call her Cel. She's developed a show persona as a smart-mouthed, arrogant person as a sort of catch to her fans in jousting tournaments; in reality she's one of the nicest people you'll meet, though sadly she can rarely allow that to be known. |
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Whenever the boisterous Gylvi ventures down from Thorin's Hall and Durin's Folk, he's sure to stop into his friend Kragosi's shoppe to try and talk him into getting a pint. It doesn't take much convincing. Gylvi can often be recognized by his shock of red hair and his deep green tunic. |
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The learned Giuvanni has a special way with plants, particularly pipe weed. Much of this comes from the dwarf being raised among elves, something his speech pattern reflects. Promising to trek to our town regularly to trade he hopes to move in someday and become our town's tobacconist. |
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Polite herbalist Ainawyn seems untroubled as she collects nature's treasures from the surrounding woods and fields. She particularly likes the morning. Though comely and a bit on the frail side, she seems able to take care of herself. |
