Description
At first glance, his age is belied by his childlike stature. However, a thick
brown moustache covering his upper lip reveals some measure of his true
youthful, but mature age. His moustache curves gentle upwards along its
edges, rolled up into fine points on his ruddy cheeks. His brown eyes gaze
out from beneath a pair of thick eyebrows, rising gently along their outer
edges. His mouth is barely visible beneath his moustache, but rests above a
well defined and toughened chin, unusual amongst gnomes. He also appears to
be exceptionally fit for his size, also unusual amongst his kind.
Role
My Journey Towards the Village
Added Mon Dec 11 11:51:48 2006 at level 33:
It seems like ages ago since I stood before the village, beneath the
towering giant who looms over its gates, and spoke to some of the
villagers within. I explained to them what first inspired me to seek
out a hut of my own. I recounted the single most vivid event of my
childhood before Drakgrak and Taelina, and impressed upon them the
nature of my ambitions. That is to be like one of those brave warriors
who fought for what their hearts believed no matter the cost to their
mortal frames.
I told them how I had spent my years learning of their history, and
I answered their questions in turn to their apparent satisfaction.
After a time, they both agreed that I would make a fine addition
within the village.
After going through much the same with Yean, he too found me worthy
of a hut. My goal since that time has been to find Commander
Yuvralin and speak to him. Unfortunately, that has proven to be my
most difficult, or at least elusive, task to date.
But it does not worry me. I shall continue to press on and live my
life as though I were a Battle Rager. I will fight those who seek
to let the taint slip into our lands, twisting and changing all it
touches, and I shall present myself with the dignity and courage
of a proud warrior of the village.
My Most Memorable Childhood Experience
Added Mon Nov 27 14:30:27 2006 at level 1:
Molten slag hissed and crackled as it rained from the scorched hillside, melted
and detonated by some unseen force from across the ridge. Pillars of lightning
rained down unnaturally, filling my ears with a constant roar of thunder. I
watched in awe as a mere handful of warriors ran, no, charged across the ridge
to their inevitable doom. Their cries filled the air. Cries of rage. Shouts of
defiance. And then silence.
With the foolish sense of invulnerability of a reckless youth, I clambered over
the rise to witness the aftermath.
Mangled corpses were scattered across the mud drenched fields. I remember quite
vividly as I stumbled across the rain soaked battlegrounds searching for
survivors. I passed several large, humanoid shapes soaked in blood, often
clutching their likewise dead combatant in a steel embrace. Several figures
in blood-soaked robes appeared to be felled by a single stocky dwarf, who
appeared to be quite dead until he emitted a weak cough. I scurried over to him
to offer what aid I could to the dying man.
"Who are ya?!" he spat out with the last of his strength. "Ya touch me and I'll
gut ya through, ya spineless vulture!"
I quickly explained to him that I meant no harm. That I was there to help.
"Nar..." he muttered weakly from beneath a bushy beard, "nar be livin' much
longer. Nothin' yas can do.. jes' tell m' brothers where to find ma corpse."
"Why?" I asked, "How could you face such powerful magics knowing you're likely
walking to your doom?"
He glared at me in bewilderment for what seemed an eternity before his features
softened, apparently realizing he spoke with a mere child unaccustomed to such
warfare.
"We did it, 'cause it's right. No greater honor'n dying for what yas believe
in."
I sat by him as his breathing slowed and finally stopped when he closed his
eyes for the last time.
But the heroics I saw that day, the proud warriors marching to their doom for
a cause they held deep in their hearts changed me forever. I grew to idolize
them, and from there, I learned and studied them. Now, I feel I understand
them, and if my last day is a day when I can march side by side with my
brothers against insurmountable odds for a just cause, I would die
satisfied.