|Warhammer Fantasy: Empire of Man| |The Halflings of the Moot|
|Warhammer Fantasy: Empire of Man| |The Halflings of The Moot| Straddling the River Aver between the borders of Averland and Stirland, there exists a stretch of rolling hills and near-endless fields of green grass and farmland. Mootland, or otherwise called ‘The Moot,’ is the home of the Halflings: Short, pot-bellied, chubby-faced humanoids that almost resemble the children of Man, and indeed seem to have existed alongside Mankind since the tribes first crossed the World’s Edge Mountains. None know where the Halflings originated from, and indeed even the Halflings themselves don’t seem to care one wit for their past. Likely, Ranald created them as some bizarre joke. But that’s neither here nor there. For all that the halflings appreciate the comforts of home - chief among them being food, alcohol, pipeweed, and the chance to skip out on a hard day’s work - life isn’t always so easy for the little folk. The Moot sits in an admittedly precarious position, for its easterly border is along the edge of Sylvania. That cursed land, ruled by the walking dead and the ever-duplicitous Mannfred von Carstein, is enough to make even a jolly old halfling grow serious and attentive. To Mootland’s south runs a spur of the World’s Edge Mountains, with its myriad tunnels and caverns hosting terrible beasties and monsters: Night goblin warbands, orc tribes, skaven scouting parties, and even trolls wishing to fill their bellies. And unfortunately, even amongst the states of the Empire, halflings experience their own share of prejudice and hatred from the Tall Folk.
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