A Land to Call Their Own RPG

[Regin Hardhammer]

Harold Chubb:

Harold leapt to his feet as the bushy tailed vixen escaped with the family’s roast chicken and trampled over the Whitfoot’s lunch, speedily disappearing into the underbrush. Grandpa Fordo had taken a tumble in his pursuit of the thief, and was just getting up with help from other members of the family.

Harold cursed the culprit, remembering all the hard work that he had put into raising the chicken. He recalled how he'd arisen early to feed it each day and protected it from predators like the vixen. All of his work was for naught, as the chicken he had raised from an egg disappeared into the forest.

The Hobbit vowed that he would keep a sharper eye on his possessions in the future. No one was going to take anything from him without his consent. He had worked hard for everything he had managed to scrape together for his family. He would not let anyone, Whitfoot or wild beast, take away his animals and belongings, those things that rightly belonged to his family, without putting up a fight.