Giving Thanks: Settlers Edition!

[Queen41]

when Joe was a kid, he lived with his brother,mother, and father. he lived in a one room house,so you can see he didn't have a lot at all. Now that he is a adult he wanted to make sure that the settlers in the kingdom didn't live the way he did when he was growing up. Joe is a very hard worker, he works as a baker at the bakery in the kingdom. He loves the way the kingdom was expanding. He has great friends in the kingdom, Joe was very thankful for his bakery, with out it they wouldn't be here.Yes maybe they don;t have any turkey running around for them to cook and eat this thanksgiving , but Joe know they could still have a great thanksgiving with out the turkey. We have deer ,water, beer, and pie. that is what Joe made for the settlers this thanksgiving. He wanted to show that he was very thankful this year for all the tings he had this year.Like his friends, all the settlers in the kingdom, When the feast was put on the table all the settlers set around and laghing, feeling there belil, an told stories of the past. Joe know that his parents would be very proud of there oldest son.He know that settlers need to see that someone cared about the kingdom.
From, Joe an the settlers
We hope you have a great thanksgiving Day

[RansomRR]

The settlers are thankful for bread and brew,
the fields that provide them the wheat-
The table stuffed with hearty food,
The taste cannot be beat!

[startrek4ever]

Each morning, I awaken to the sound of the woodcutters chopping down trees around the village. The warm smell of bread cooking in the ovens (I like that part the most) and the sound of wagons constantly bringing in valued treasures from the mines! We work very hard, but our lives here—are so wonderful! I cannot imagine a place I would love to be right now, more than right here! It wasn't always been this way though...

I first recall when we settled here; we had not much of anything at all. Just the clothes on our backs and a few supplies in our wagons. The turtle jerky was real good, Mmmm Mmmm! But, the land here is rich! We settled down to camp and was able to fish the shore for some food. There was also plenty of game in the forest as well! We were starting to make a simple, but decent life for ourselves here until THEY showed up!

The raiders!!! It seemed like they were everywhere! We did our best to hold them off and protect our families and supplies. One day a brave man came to town and showed us how to fashion better weapons and how to build better mines! Why he even knew where those bandit camps were laid out and showed us best how to get rid of them before they knew what hit them! He showed us the best fishing spots, were the good mines were! Not just those stone quarries but also the iron ones too! He did so many things for us and showed us so many new things! We made him our new Mayor! Oh, we didn't have one before, but he sure fit the part!

Slowly we were able to prosper and grow! Soon we were hunting those nasty raiders and sending them running for the hills! Oh boy, if you could have only seen 'em running with their tails tucked! Heeheehee!

Well, I am old now and I ain't had no sight since that first attack we took. But, I hearsay the village has grown very beautiful and their ain't no raider camps around here no more. We even got a school now for the young ones! I can hear the happiness in all the voices of the children playing and I know it's all thanks to our mayor who guided us to where we are today. We have come a long way and I am thankful for our great mayor who made life so wonderful for us to today!

Enough about that though, you look hungry! Come on in and have some roasted rabbid with the rest of us and tell us your story!

[Cyrodian]

The smell of turkey came from the oven and fresh bread cooling on the window sill, Max sat at the table his hands folded in prayer he though back on his life and everything he had to give thanks for... He was a small boy, frail and weak unlike the other children in the orphanage. He didn't run and play, skip or jump, for those things made him tired and out of breath. He didn't throw the ball or swing the bat like the other boys, for he wasn't big and strong. He sat and read his books under an old tree. when people would come to adopt kids they would all stand up straight and smile, but max being the smallest would always get passed over. He stayed at the orphanage well past his sixth year as all of the other kids, the few he liked and even the ones that were mean to him were adopted. When one day a young couple who could have no children of their own came to the orphanage. The other children all showed off how strong they were or how well they played as he sat under the old tree and read his book for he had no illusions of being adopted. One of the nursemaids came over to him and said, "Max would you please come into the office with me?" When max arrived he saw the young couple a man with a kind face, short dark hair and a goatee, the woman very pretty with long red hair that swished down to her waist. They smiled as he entered and asked him if he would like to go home with them. He blinked and his eyes went wide as he asked, "Do you truly mean it?" He explained that he wasn't fast or strong, and didn't run and play like the other children. the could said to him that those things weren't important to them all they cared about was that they needed him and it looked like he needed them too. The couple lived in a small house, but for the first time in his life Max had his own room all to himself. They weren't rich, as his new father was a baker by trade though they lived comfortably.... Many years later Max a baker by trade as his adopted father had been before him stood before the hearth waiting for the mornings bread to be done. His father, his dark hair now thin and gray sat at the table eating his morning porridge. His mother her pretty face now slightly wrinkled with age and long red hair cut shorter and graying moved about the house doing her morning chores as she always did. A knock came to the door and as Max opened it he saw Sasha the pretty girl from down the street he had been courting for some time, he had almost forgotten today was the day he was supposed to take her on a picnic in the field! He pulled the bread from the oven to cool on the windowsill Sasha had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she seemed to be able to make even the plainest dress come alive and shine. They walked to the field and spread out an old blanket under an old tree much like the one Max had sat under at the orphanage. He laid the basket with their lunch down as Sasha sat down on the blanket he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled the small gold ring he had saved for months to buy. Max took her hand as he knelt down and asked her to marry him.... They were married the very next spring as the flowers and the trees began to come to life... A few years later after trying so hard to have children of their own, much as Max's parents before them they were unable to concieve. Max and Sasha went to the old orphanage where the old tree still stood in the play yard. Under the tree sat a young pair of twins, who like Max weren't the fastest or strongest. They smiled at each other and decided to take the twins home with them..... The Thanksgiving prayer said Max opened his eyes, old and tired he looked around the room at his family. his parents had been gone for many years but he still had Sasha, her smile still soft though her blonde hair had faded to white, her eyes still sparkled not showing the age in them. The twins Remy and Jules were there, with their families. Remy had taken over the bakery when Max had became too old to keep up with the orders. His wife Trixie was a very pretty girl and they had a lovely little girl named Lilly. Jules had grown bigger and stronger as he got a bit older and joined the local militia. The hero of several raids on the bandit camps that had plagued their small village he had married into nobility, catching the eye of a local dukes daughter, and having three children of his own two sons and a daughter. Max sat back as the plates were being filled and said another small prayer of thanks in his head for there were many things to be thankful for... His family that he had now, his adopted mother and father and the bakery they had left him, the orphanage that he came from and would later adopt children of his own from, and even the old tree that stood guardian over the smaller, frailer children that didn't run and play like the others.

[Kimdara]

Wolfgang sat down with his family for dinner, he looked over the heaps of sausage and bread, clean water, and huge jugs of beer, and those little fish he liked so much.
We must give thanks he said.

Thanks for watching over me when I was a pirate,
Thanks for this little village that took us in.
Thanks for my nice steady job in the Butchers,
Thanks for keeping me out of the army
and thanks for the huge tavern where we can all go for beer

[SirTaltos]

I'm thankful for my friends (Guild mates) everything is come after them. I learned people are generally good, and want to help. There is hope for humanity...).

[LeslieB]

We are thankful that the hunting grounds and fishing holes are magically replenished before running dry!

[Fartballs]

Thank heaven it was all a grand mistake! Just a "server maintenance thing" is what I was told by the Mayor. You should have seen the look on my face when Otto returned with tales of a wicked witch in a grand and evil castle on a faraway island! He watched many of his comrades fall, but thank the gods that he survived!

-Greta

[Stori]

I am thankful the sun is always shining and my settlers are always working hard.

[SquareJaw]

I am thankful for U.