Oh... no, it IS true.
We are opening up a pair of slots in the mysterious, elusive tribe of the halflings. Bring a friend. This is seriously different from what you might have tried before. You won't be hanging around in the taverns or prancing about fetching some fancy-pants's cleaning from the shops, let's just put it that way, hrmm?
Can you handle a possibly isolated role? Can you really groove on the whole We-are-One in the endless circle of nature thing? Three and a half feet tall, gigged on fermented berry juice and jam-packed up to their leaf-bestrewn dreadlocks with pure Deluxe, this, simply, is not to be missed. Trust me.
Applications need to include account name, rough concept and lots of enthusiasm. Deadline for consideration: Friday, February 20th, midnight PST.
(please -- fanatic powergamers, staff, mean people and those in currently sensitive roles need not apply)
*echo room* You can almost hear the pounding drum beats deep, deep in the Grey Forest calling.
send applications to: ptarken@armageddon.org
Just a reminder that this deadline is approaching. I have sent out replies to everyone who has applied thus far, to let them know I got their app or to answer their questions. If you sent in an app and didn't get this confirmation, please re-send it.
Last Day.
I'm not sure what else to say... except that -this- is a once in a permadeathtime experience not likely to be repeated. Evar.
I believe that we have responded to all the applicants.
You should have received some email from me giving your current status in the last great ankle-biter round-up.
If you have NOT received some response from Tzurahro regarding a halfling application in the last twenty-fours hours, please send an inquiry, and I will speedily handle it.