Halflings
Politics-
Hereditary squires and elected sheriffs hold sway in of most
independent Halfling communities. Squires are the heads of old, landowning
families. Sheriffs are the chief enforcers of laws. In some places the squires are more powerful
than the sheriffs, or vice versa. In old, well-established communities, it’s
not unheard of for the office of sheriff to be the unofficial property of a prominent
family, with the election being merely nominal. Newly settled or reclaimed Halfling
shires, on the other hand, provide an excellent chance for up and coming Halflings
to become sheriffs.
The Halflings of Thunder Rift don’t really have a separate government
or separate settlements. ‘Sheriff’ is an old title that is currently not in
use, but might be revived if an individual Halfling of prowess and charisma came
to be seen as a leader of a distinct Halfling community.
Religion-
Halflings tend to see the Supreme Being as a mother-figure,
the source of agricultural bounty and all other good things. Most Halfling societies
do not have a separate clergy. It is common for heads of families to perform
religious functions.
Some Halflings in Thunder Rift have adopted human religious
notions, often by combining these ideas with traditional Halfling religion.
Folk heroes play a role in Halfling religion similar to the
religious role played by ancestors in the dwarf religion and saints among the
Lawful humans.
Smoking-
Halflings in Thunder Rift and several other places grow tabac (tobacco)They smoke it. Some
rustic Halflings chew the stuff, and refined Halflings sometimes take snuff.
The custom of smoking tabac
is seen as unhealthy or strange by some non-Halflings, but it has caught on
with people of various races in Thunder Rift.
Fumbleweed, also
known as five finger fumbleweed, is
another plant associated with Halflings. It is related to common hemp. This
plant produces a mild euphoria and dulls the wits and reaction speed of chronic
users. In Thunder Rift, the use of fumbleweed is associated with lazy rascals
and ne’er-do-wells; nobody respectable would be seen smoking it in public.
NOTE- I am mortally certain that I got fumbleweed from an
old Elric! supplement, but I can’t recall the name of the adventure. Where the
authors of said adventure got the idea is pretty obvious. J
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