Description
A woman of short stature and rather light complexion eyes
her surroundings contemplatively. She seems a bit portly
for an average one of her race, but judging by the daggers
that look more like swords in comparison to her height, she
can probably move with some swiftness. The clothing beneath
her armor is rather humble. It consists of a whitish cloth
resembling muslin. Hand painted in red is the outline of a
half moon over a sprig of hemlock. Her eyes are a dark brown
nearly akin to black and her hair is a mass of dreadlocked
dirty blonde hanging down her back. While she stands about
to thigh height on an average human, she doesn't seem all
that aggressive, but what's going on in that head of hers
is anyone's guess.
Discretely, so as to not let her notice, you observe that
Role
Drifeldarelda Ezelda - Little Root
Added Wed Feb 1 01:24:12 2006 at level 51:
It could be said, in a wise and gnomish way, that Drifelda's
proclivities for violence and drive towards the destruction
of the cities stemmed from her father. It wasn't so much due
to genetics or even violent parenting. But, it could be said,
that it all came about because a young gnome baby was born
to a couple and they named her Drifeldarelda Ezelda. From
an early age, she had to constantly defend herself from the
other children of Hillcrest who were so cruel as to make fun
of her name and, worse, call her parents dullards. Pushing,
shoving, biting, and eventually learning about punching
and kicking, the young gnome began to separate herself from
the more rigorous studies of the mind and take up the use
of blades. While normal swords were fine for human stock and
their equivalent outside of Hillcrest, they were too long
and wieldly for the typical gnome. So, she studied the human
dagger, which looked much like a sword in her hands.
With long-suffering, she did what most other gnomes never
could. Drifelda became a warrior. It took years of patience
and practice. When the other children became victims of a
well-executed trip or poke in the rear with tip of her dagger,
they finally gave her a little respect. The gnome child grew
and the ignominy of her name became non-issue. Her mother
even nicknamed her Little Root to assuage the guilt of the
grief it caused her child. Things fell into swing.
But at an age of more self-awareness, it became apparent to
Drifeldarelda Ezelda that all was not in swing. She looked
around Hillcrest and saw gnomes, young and old, the embodiment
of wisdom and knowledge... and saw it wasted. Yes, there
were studious gnomes who spent a lifetime pouring over tomes
and gleaning every bit of information they could find, but
what use was it if all anyone ever did was sit around telling
each other how smart they were? Feeling she could not learn
the answers in Hillcrest, she took her skills, her dagger,
and her favorite pipe and went off adventuring into the world.