Of course, there's two sides to this story. On the one hand you have that festering turd of an establishment called the Brass Farthing, but on the other you have the Fleecy Half Pint. In Averland it is, but not far from the border with Mootland. It's a fine place, although the roof is a little low on account of the customers bein' a bit short. But that just makes it all the more cosy, and the company is cheerful as you could hope for. And the ale... The ale is to die for. Though nobody ever finds the bodies...
We've been a little slow getting organised with the photos, but Noakes also completed his painting target for the month. Here we have the crowd from the Fleecy Half Pint, along with what personal details I was able to glean from Noakes' fevered ramblings...
20 painted halflings, all of them from the Warlords of Erehwon range.
Top left we have the baron, who we have already established is not really a noble at all. He does dress well, though. A couple of the others are obviously the cooks from the inn. Bottom right is Victor von luckypants. Nobody would tell me why he was called that, or why he waggled his eyebrows at me every time I said it...
The bottom right is an alchemist is called Ludwig. I don't know about the others, but the shifty looking guy with the shovel is Larrikin Larry the literal doomslayer. Dont let his name fool you.. it's actually Lenny.
Halflings are pretty handy with a bow, and this lot is no different. When they're not eating too much and quaffing copious amounts of the fine brew offered by the Fleecy Half Pint, the patrons form themselves up into a serviceable regiment of archers.
Apparently this crocodile got ideas after seeing our cat photo bomb my own pictures. Or maybe he's just the halflings' pet. Who knows? Halflings are a weird mob, even if they're not all as weird as Larry.
So that's the first part of our challenge done. It could be that the next month is going to see us veer off the rails pretty badly. We'll see where things end up.
wow...just wow!
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