Gartenzwerge
Gnome Enchanter
Who loves makin dirty kobolds beat up on each other?!? I DO! Greetings, friends! I'd like to personally thank you for takin a moment to read about my life and offer my services as your personal guide to the maze I call home: Ak`Anon. See, I'm a charmer by nature... I'm still somewhat new to the sciences of enchantment, but I'm an eager student and a quick study. I'm proud to say I graduated at the top of my class from the Gymnasium Mechanamagica but recognize just how much more work lies ahead. Any of us who have stood patiently at the heels of a master enchanter waitin for the blessings of Koadic's Endless Intellect know the rewards of a life's work at the back of a group managin the baddies. Thus far, my travels have not taken me far from my Steamfont stompin grounds. I've been doing my best to free the slaves in that cursed hold of the Clan Crushbone (the orcies harass my High Elf enchanter professors) and tried an ill-fated journey to that desert oasis near Freeport. Some shady big people ran me off in a hurry, though, and I high-tailed it back to the greener soil of Faydwer. It's a big, big world out there, with much to hurt a friendly gnome far from home. I heard some rumors of a cavern on the moon full of bandits and amphibious brutes of some sort, where an eager student of enchantment can advance his skills quite quickly. Who knows, perhaps I'll see you there soon. Finally, I'd just like to say there ought to be a teller at every bank whose counter height is more suitable to us modestly-sized folk. Halflings, can I get a witness?!?