Now seeking new recruits for a new Guild, Size Matterz, to poke a finger in the eye of SOE and all the condescending Tallie races of Norrath. For far too long we have taken abuse, been scapegoated, and otherwise looked down upon (no pun intended) by the great hulking morons. Membership is limited to the true powers of Norrath-> Halflings, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Frogloks. Once the guild reaches critical mass, those interested in raiding, by all means, set it up and we'll go. If not, that's good too-> we're not going to be all in your face about it. Keep in mind , the Great Compact Races of Norrath shall overcome and take what is ours by Divine Right. -Sgiandubh, Halfling Ranger, Leader of Size Matterz, The Rathe
In a time when Norrath was still young, and much of the vast world remained unexplored, there lived a halfling druid named Getter. Wanderlust had quickened his feet and taken him far and wide. As he traveled, he began to notice that the noble halfling, until then content to exist peacefully at the knee of all other races, had become more and more despised for reasons he did not understand. He withdrew to the wilderness until the need became so great that a small band of rebels led by one they called "The Dagger" sought him out. This is where we meet the leader of this new army Sgiandubh and his mate Cairdeas. They would be the ones to strike back and reclaim their beloved home city of Rivervale, as well as the surrounding lands. Woe to the tallie oppressors.......the halfling has risen.
Thank you. We are quite serious about it. The Cause is Just and compact people are coming out of retirement to fill our ranks. We will prevail.
Ever mindful of the need for a good base, the halflings aligned themselves with those who would be of use to the cause as well. The League of Antonican Bards found themselves in debt to the two leaders of the rebellion and bestowed upon them the title of courier, vowing to aid them however they could; To have lines of communications open would be vital to the cause as well as in shipping supplies and gear across lines of battle. Meanwhile, there were stirrings in the Chapel of Mischief. It was rumored that Beek Guinders, the High Priest of Mischief, had been speaking in private with The Dagger. The trademark deep indigo leathers and black hooded cloaks had been seen flitting quickly through the forests of Kithacore as well as Misty Thicket. Something was indeed stirring. They decided as well, to contact Jerr Westlo, a halfling who has retired from a life of adventure, who was now the primary real estate salesman in Rivervale. They had caught wind that there were several small huts and holes for sale and rent within the village that would serve well for their meetings. For they would call together all races who would ally themselves with the cause; the Halflings, Dwarves, Gnomes, and Frogloks. Deep within the thicket they would gather, growing stronger as word spread and many traveled to join. Their numbers grew..........and they waited, watched and planned where they would strike their first blow.
