Description
You notice a small figure of a gnome before you. His pale gray skin
is fully covered with intricate inscriptions that appear to pulse with
deep orange-red glow. The inscriptions on the gnome's back portray a
forest engulfed in flames, while the insriptions on the gnome's chest
show a small town being built from the forest's ashes. A long flowing
pitch-black cloak made of fine wool covers the gnome's body.
Engaging brown eyes somewhat hidden by unruly bushy eyebrows stare
into the distance. Plump face contains uncharacteristically high
cheek bones. A ring of pure mithril adorns the lower left earlobe,
while three rings of silver adorn the upper left earlobe. Gems of
unknown nature can be seen sprinkled throughout the gnome's chubby
fingers.
Overall, the gnome comes off as somewhat mystical and even mysterious
in his appearance, but hardly threatening in any way.
Role
Chapter I: Philosophy of Fire
Added Tue Mar 27 11:34:11 2007 at level 1:
Fire, though EXTERNALLY considered one of the primary elements that
make up the World that holds sway over life-sustaining heat and the
consumption of the raging inferno, often remains a mystery when
considered INTERNALLY as a fuel for (or of) one's soul. After all, it
is Fire that burns inside one's self sustaining life as we, mortals of
Thera, know it. It is Fire that gives us fuel to carry on and carry
forward. It is Fire that defines our dedication and devotion. It is
fire that HEALS us within and without. And although our efforts at
times produce only smoke and no flame, such smoke is simply a sign
that Fire failed to take hold laying dormant to flare up when an
opportunity arises.
Chapter II: Fire as the Origin of Civilization
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In the Ancient Days, when the spirit of Thar-Eris roamed free, the
mortals of Thera knew no Fire. Bands of mortals, bound by nothing
other than their instincts and desires lived and existed in the state
of primordial entropy unbound by laws of civilization. It was Fire
that allowed dwarves to smelt mithril, duergars to smelt iron and deep
gnomes to extract precious stones from Thar-Eris. It was Fire that
created a family hearth allowing mortals to gather in groups and
achieve what they individually could not. It was Fire that led to our
cities, our roads, our trade. It was Fire that confound Thar-Eris
pushing its Chaos back into the deepest woods of Prosimy, allowing
citizens of Thera to prosper in their civilized creations.
Chapter III: Iunna the Goddess of Eternal Flames
Added Tue Mar 27 11:37:57 2007 at level 1:
In the Ancient Days, there was one mortal, a warrior fela named Iunna,
that tamed Original Fire and shared it with the mortals of Thera. It
was Iunna who through her intricate Fire Dancing made Fire burn within
her like no mortal before her could. It was Iunna that tamed the
danger of the flame and unleashed the healing force of Fire. It is
her image and our worship of her image and what she acoomplished that
gives us, the followers of Fire and Eternal Flame, hope. It is
through my prayers to the Warrior-Goddess, that I, Bawgor, draw
strength to reach Fire within me and "cauterize" wounds of myself and
others.
Chapter IV: The Fortress
Added Tue Apr 24 16:56:18 2007 at level 51:
It appears that while I was strengthening my alliances with the Empire
and the orcs, those of the Fortress have declared their holy war on
me. I suppose I cannot blame them. After all, they see the Empire
and the orcs in the same way I see Chaos and Disorder. But the Spire
cannot benefit more from my alliance with those of the Imperial Lands
and the orc chieftan. They have now assisted me against Thar-Eris on
numerous occassions and to many I owe my life. They are a lawful
bunch, always seeking to protect the Spire. Even Kubilak, though born
with chaos in his soul, has shown the utmost respect to the laws of
Thera. If the Empire's and the orcs' intentions are sinister as they
relate to the Spire, their deeds do not appear so. Perhaps I am
short-sighted but only Time and Fate shall tell. For now, they have
been the Spire's eyes, ears, arms and legs and I hope such shall
continue.
There is only one thing that troubles me. HOW DO I ALLY MYSELF WITH
DARKNESS WITHOUT LETTING IT INTO MY SOUL? Particularly, with the
Fortress against me, not letting me bathe in the light of their
company. There is little cruelty in me, but perhaps I am blind to my
own self. I shall search. I shall search for the light while
continuing to serve the Spire.
May Lady Iunna protect my soul! Fire bless.
Chapter V. Poetry and Lords of Chaos
Added Wed Apr 25 21:38:21 2007 at level 51:
It appears that my missive to the Children of Thar-Eris pointing out
their hypocracy has angered the Gods of Chaos and Mayhem. It is not
my place as a mortal follower of Iunna to anger gods be they mine or
others'. I shall pray to Gods of Order and Law as well as my own Lady
to cleanse me of such curse.
But was I not taught to fight words with words, just as I was taught
to fight Fire with Fire? It is through Poetry that I struck at
Thar-Eris. Through preaching. But I suppose Gods do not answer words
with words, but words with curses. And such curse I shall bear.
Until I find a cure...