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FENBRAK LEAFSHORN TINSHIVER
Level 1 Gnome Druid
"Shove off chum, and stick yer face in the mud!"
Ahh, the indignation of a gnomish druid. Those were Fenbrak's
exact words the last time someone called him a "Teensie
Treehugger" Followed by "
Hey how'd you get that green thumb, did the grass grow too high?"
So, he's never been tall.
He's a gnome.
So, he's short for a gnome.
It's not that bad.
Except that even halflings look him in the eye.
Having grown up in the southwest of Kalvaria, amongst the more
humid weather, and the swampy terrain, Fenbrak has always had a deep-seated
relationship with nature.
However, in his early years it was a decidedly negative one.
Considering that both of his parents died from a vicious
disease early on, things didn't start out well for the poor gnome.
Fortunately the village he resided in was mostly comprised of fellow
gnomes, so he was taken care of.
Just not well-liked.
Children of the poor never are, even by the communal gnomes.
Simply said, his parents were considered
'garbage pickers' because they scavenged what others didn't use.
Behind their backs there were whispers that they were 'weasels' in gnome
bodies. A grievous insult if one was ever heard.
The other difficulty, was his height. Fenbrak was short, even
for a gnome, all throughout his life. You'd think, for a notoriously
'small' race, gnomes would be
rather understanding. However it stems back to the whole weasel
idea, that gnomes needed to set a certain standard.
Even so, he was raised well-fed and...well-clothed. However,
he spent most of his time in the nearby swamps and light-forests, traveling
long-distances at a time, sometimes leaving for weeks. When he came back he
would be worn out, covered in foliage, mud, dirt strange scents, and bits
of fur.
Fenbrak developed such a communion with nature, he began to
exert a bit of control over it, going so far as to becoming very close to
certain animals. In particular, he befriended a small green-furred marsh
cat, and a 2 and a half-foot lightly poisonous snake from the same swam,
that had lost the very tip of its' tail.
He named the cat Slither, and he likes to call the poor viper
Fennel. They got along quite well, even though Slither would normally chomp
Fennel to bits, Fenbrak managed to keep them apart long enough for them to
develop a peculiar friendship.
At this point, Fenbrak realized just how pointless remaining
in the village was. Not to mention people were getting a bit frantic at the
two animals of his. Gnomes don't like things to be out of place,
considering how often they misplace them on their own. So it was a mutual
leave-taking, and they even gave him a going-away party.
After all, he'd -still- be representing the backwoods village
of Hanvalik in the world, and they want him to show just how proper a druid
their Fenbrak was. Even if he was rather crude to them.
So of Fenbrak went, beginning a travel to experience the
nature of all lands, to Kilgaul where the great druids dwell.
Maybe he'll even make it there.
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