Description
Flumpelrog is quite a large giant, as far as giants go. Whether it is
because he floats a few feet off the ground or that he is naturally seventeen
feet tall, he looks like a very impressive and imposing figure. He has no
hair and his bare head looks recently shaven, yet he has a white braided
beard that hangs just to his massive chest. Bushy white eyebrows rest like
clouds over large pale-blue eyes. His muscles are huge and thick and he
looks as if he could easily hold his own in combat against any opponent. He
carries himself with pride and his head hangs high in most situations. Upon
his right shoulder a most peculiar sight is usually beheld; a little stool
shaped device is fastened secularly with a tiny gnome perched on it.
The gnome can usually be seen either perched upon Flumpelrog's shoulder or
running around nearby. He is small even for a gnome, and wears normal,
everyday leathers. A large bulbous nose protrudes from his face and large
brown eyes peer wisely around himself. The tiny gnome is barely noticeable
when resting on Flumpelrog's shoulder and usually only speaks directly to him
in his ear, sometimes receiving a chuckle from the giant, and sometimes a
glare.
Role
Flumpelrog and the Lost Gnome
Added Mon Dec 12 15:31:27 2005 at level 1:
- Flicknepplican Sart was depressed, again. The cold, wet drizzle that
dripped continuously down onto his bulbous nose did little to brighten his
demeanor. Glaring around himself at the dark and dreary landscape around
this muddy crossroads, he cursed the gods of magic for the umpteenth time
that morning. He was lost, again. The mud that was caked on his wet pants
felt like bricks around his ankles yet he knew he must trudge onward.
A loud and frustrated bellow of anger shattered the silence of the
once calm area, seeming to echo from miles to the west."East,"
Flicknepplican said, "east looks right." He then walked with a renewed
fear born vigor towards the east from the crossroads he had stopped at.
- Flumpelrog was angry, infuriated even. Letting out a savage bellow
of rage that could be heard for miles, he swung his massive axe at the cursed
road sign. The splinters flying away from the shattered marker did little to
satisfy the burning fury he still felt, they never did.If he was keeping
count, that is, if he could count, he would know that that was the nineteenth
road marker he had shattered in the last three hundred miles of his journey.
He knew where he was going, he just didnt know how to get there; Flumpelrog
couldn't read road signs. He let out a loud sigh, and continued to float
east.
- Flicknepplican sat down in the shadow of a large boulder. The sun
had come out, turning the cold dreariness into an oppressively dank and humid
foulness. After reaching yet another intersection of roads he swore at his
family, cursing everyone in his "gifted bloodline." Being born with no
magical abilities in his family of powerful mages meant that he may as well
have not been born at all. It wasnt his fault that they had tried to boost
his mana channeling powers in the womb in an effort to make him even more
powerful a mage then his predecessors and failed horribly, but thats just
what happened, and his birth and presense was a huge marking of failure to
his family. As soon as was morally right and possible, they sent him on his
way, educated in everything he would never be able to do, bitter, and lonely.
- The low rumble of the growl could be felt in the chests of all living
things within a hundred foot radius. The sign stood tall and proud, speaking
its own language to all the privileged masses that could understand it,
unaware of its impending doom. Flumpelrog didnt even make it to the sign,
the boulder on the side of the road looked much more satisfying. Hefting his
massive axe over his sweat beaded shaved head, he hurled the axe straight
into the boulder, splitting it with a loud crack and a dull thud as the axe
landed on the dirt that was once shadowed by the rock. Hocking up a massive
amount of phlegm from deep within his chest, he launched a massive projectile
out of his mouth to land right beside where his axe had come to rest deep in
the earth.
Floating down to retrieve the axe Flumpelrog saw a most unusual
sight. There a mere few inches beside his axe and protruding from his pile
of steamy spit was a pair of tiny, wiggling shoes. Pinching the shoes gently
between his massive fingers he lifted a gooey little person off the ground, a
string of slimey spit following close behind the fi
Flumpelrog's Quest
Added Mon Dec 12 15:36:45 2005 at level 1:
- Some would say that Flumpelrog is an unusual giant, and they would be
correct. The heart that beat in his chest is larger then the gnome who sits
upon a special stool on his shoulder. Flumpelrog has a lot of love for his
village as well as his companion. He seeks to impress them with his
mightiness and courage.Flumpelrog was raised in a village that inherently
paid homage to Lord Ordasen for blessing them with courage and battle.
Theirs was the way of warfare and bravery, and they start young. By their
preadult life they are expected to slay ten mages in tribute to the battle
god. For everyone knows that killing mages pleases the true gods because it
is the gods power that mages steal for their magics. While Flumpelrog
doesnt like the killing aspect of life, he loves warfare and battles and
fears displeasing his Lord. He always seeks to talk the greedy wizards out
of stealing from his Lord, but so far their greed has been their downfall.
When they steal from Flumpelrogs Lord, he doesnt mind butchering them.
Upon Flumpelrog's last visit to his village with another mage skull for the
skull shrine, the village shaman blessed Flumple with a toss of the bones and
told him he was destined for great things, to go learn of the world and live
as a true warrior of Ordasen, taking war to the village's enemies with orders
to never return to the village until wizards no longer took what wasn't
theirs to take.
Said the Giant to the Gnome
Added Mon Dec 19 15:54:00 2005 at level 27:
-"Was long time go since did meet on road brudder, much changing have done.
Am mighty warrior now, Commander say only want strongest of warrior in him
village. Flumpelrog much strong, live and die by axe, prove courage and
strength to Ordasen and Commander, new brudders and sisters too. Is long,
hard road head, full danger for gnome brudder if is stay with Flumpel.
Flumpel need worry more bout wizard killing, not can be concerned much for
brudder during battle. What want do?" Flumpelrog Sart (who took his
brothers last name after he was told it was more civil a thing then just
being named Flumpelrog the giant) took a deep breath after finishing the
uncharacteristically long sentences. Obviously he was very concerned.
-The small gnome sitting on the table across from Flumpelrog took a swig of
his mug of ale before replying. "I know as always you are worried about my
health and I do appreciate the gesture.You know as well as I do that I am
quite capable of wielding the dagger I have been training with.If a full
scale assault on the village comes, I will stand up and fight as all will. I
have always been able to run and hide while you fight otherwise, this is
nothing new. I will stay with you, there is much I can offer the village. I
would like to teach the children the history of the village, possibly even
how to read and write. I will continue to read to you, write for you, and
count your coins so people will not cheat you. I will stay with you and
guard your back, brother, and you need not worry about my safety. The mana
pool is not meant for mortal dabblings, I am living proof. I will stay and
contribute all I can to the village, with or without your approval." The
glaring gnome then pulled the dagger from its sheathe on his side. As the
giant was shaking his massive head in disapproval while taking a swig from
his massive stein, he heard a loud *thunk* and felt a splash of ale in his
lap. Grunting to himself he put the stein back on the table and removed the
dagger from it, handing it back to the angry gnome.
-"That be that then" said the giant to the gnome, ending the conversation.