[PK] Bimble, farewell.

[bimblesnip 122]

 

 

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-Rest now, little one.-

-The road is long behind you-

-And the weight you carried is no more-

 

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The cold evening roads harked not with the songs of chirping birds, nor the rustle of wind through the grasses.

Bimble Snailsnip Thimblewhim, the humble cart-bound merchant trundled along Empire roads with naught but the creaking of wood and the continuous cadence of soft hoofclops keeping him company. To the gnome, this was the norm, a life alone was the life of a gnome after all.

Thus, when harked by the stranger, Bimble did not hesitate in lowering a hand to aid the man onto his rickety vehicle.

 

“To Norland, if it please.”

 

They had asked, and Bimble, ever gentle of heart, ever foolish, had smiled.

 

“Aye, I know the roads.”

 

The pair: man and gnome spoke little on the journey.

Upon their passage northward, the air grew ever colder, yet no wind stirred the silence which loomed, long and heavy. Still, the innocent Bimble said nothing. He simply held the reins, eyes forward while humming fragments of an Oblazeki tune to fill the void.

 

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The song only stopped as the gnome’s breath drew still.

 

Small fingers clawed at an iron grip now poised about his throat. A choked grasp was all that escaped the gnome before his body fell limp at the seat of his cart, his horse slowing to a halt as the tension in the reins fell slack. No cry escaped his mouth, only a desperate wriggle, boots scraping against uneven wood, his pipe falling from his lips, bounding floorwards before nestling in the dirt.

 

For the gnome, the world had dimmed.

 

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Yet a quick death was not granted

 

No.

 

The gnome was not given such mercies.

 

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As his breath fled him, so too did his warmth - fangs found flesh, and the life within him was taken. As was done not in rage, haste or desperation, but with slow, deliberate hunger. Bimble’s small form trembled, then weakened, then stilled… yet still they fed.

 

Such was not ample - the wineskin had not yet run dry - for soon, another was beckoned.

 

“Come” The first had said.

 

And so they came, two shadows looming over a fading light.

 

There was no final word, no grand sacrifice, no restful end.

 

Only the quiet of the woods, echoing the hollow stillness of a gnome who had given all he had, even unto those who would take from him his very being.

 

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The cart sat abandoned by the roadside come sunup - a pipe half-lodged in the dirt, it’s once plentiful smoke now absent - the world unchanged, as if he had never been there at all.

 

But he was.

 

Bimble Snailsnip Thimblewhim was here.

 

His leave would not be noticed immediately, as such was merely the nature of the traveller, but eventually, after days of absence, his departure would be realised.

 

Though his body would not be found, he would not be forgotten, until eventually, he was.

 

Edited March 21 by bimblesnip

[TaraJess 2848]

Spoiler

NOOOOOOOOOO

 

Aurelian wept. She recalled that little gnome watching her paint when she was younger, and now guilt weighed upon her. She never got around to painting him. That morning she doodled, a gnome riding upon a Greyehound, into the seven skies.

[truelarper 593]

 

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There is not alot of characters that players are capable of making so whimsical and fantastical without ruining the serious presence of both roleplay and the general genre set by most of the playerbase. Bimble however I had always felt was so perfect in his design, and by your roleplay standard, to complete the niche of a g-nome. He will be missed, and I look forward to whatever character you are next to play. :)

 

Oh how alone he felt now—the slayer of demons and men, the wanderer of glory, brought low not by blade but by absence. Who would have thought he’d come to admire a man four-pints his size? The knowing had crept upon him, slow and unwelcome, until it at last struck and some hidden string in his chest thrummed like a forbidden lute.

“Oh Bimble,” he sang, as leaves turned with the ghost of his lyre. “Return, you glorious merchant.” But the wind took the song and gave nothing back. And Brutokles would never know that in the end, for all his strength, he had failed the small, steadfast friend he could not save.

 

 

Edited March 21 by truelarper

[Vlaming 117]

As Oswald sat at his desk, he let out a large sigh "I wonder when Bimble will pass through our lands once more. I miss him." he slowly nodded

[MonteGiant 891]

We will get back for you. . . gimble.

[Spellblades 749]

WE are sliding for Bimble

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

 

[Wand 1220]

Vir cradled a patched up red hat in his clasp. It was too small for him, but just the perfect size for a gnome. His eyes traced the magegold which lined the rim of the hat. The elf had kept it empty all this time.

"Have you seen a gnome, just this high, goes by Bimble? I have something of his."

Similar words would be spoken as he travelled, often walking place to place. A gnome was far more distinct than he, short but with a bright red hat. Surely he would find him eventually.

 

It would take some fifty years for such hopes to truly begin to wane, and long until the day the Elf would eventually die to truly forget the gnome.

 

Spoiler

 

https://gyazo.com/050923265efdefc9bad108a1d75ca1d7

 

I was just saying the other day to a friend how I've been failing real bad at trying to get the hat back to Bimble. What a wonderful little character, truly, I regret I couldn't follow up and find him :(

 

[Ardory 2978]

Soxton Boomstitch, an fellow Oblazeki Gnome who unfortunately did not meet Bimble, clutches his chest as he was sipping on glittering lemonade on a bench. The glass falls on the cobblestones and shatters. There was a disturbance in the whimsyways...

 

Spoiler

 

[KBR 2046]

A Felseni 'man' whistled as he strolled from the woods, quietly delighted - novelty, after half a millennium, was an infrequent guest. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDOApsYhtrk

[JokerLow 1317]

Saddened, Hekkaes Goldhand would wander the roads once walked by Bimble, now feeling emptier "Da 'onorable one...." he muttered to himeslf.

[DancingZebra267 1626]

As Grimbol Grobol was making his runs, selling drugs to the citizens of the world, he'd too hear of the fall of his friend. He'd slow to a stop, the news settling heavy upon him, before picking up his jug of ale and pouring it out in honor of Bimble Thimblewhim.

 

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[Random 1690]

It was a dire fate, the natural course of life unforgiving to even the purest of people. The one who had taken that poor gnome's life had felt not one bit of remorse as he led Bimble astray, nor when he choked him or slowly sapped his life away. In the gnome, he had not seen a person, but a mere opportunity - a meal, if you will. Humanity served as nothing but fuel to the undying nightmares that wandered Aos and Eos, so he thought.

And as such, he would continue to wander, likely never to be held accountable for this gruesome act. He would continue to lure the righteous astray with his smile, before shedding his human guise and devouring their genus. Such was the natural course of life.

 

Spoiler

AHHHHHHHHHHH IM A TERRIBLE PERSON I DIDN'T KNOW THE GNOME WOULD PK AHHHH (if only I had an option to make them forget my face 😔)

Cruel fate, hope I didn't cut short any plans you may have had. Thanks for being a great sport about getting taken away like that with continous rp where some resort to simple one-liners tho

 

[mielofficial 489]

Ruby had noticed the absence of his friend at the NGS meetings subsequent to Bimble's death.

He stared out of the open gate of the headquarters as the crisp Imperial wind carried a few distracting leaves past as this week's lecture rolled on. 

 

"Oh brother of mine/ tell me where have you been...."

 

The new lyrics rolled around in his mind as he slowly exhaled, hoping his gnomish compatriot was just off on a big adventure.
 

[Two2the 365]

@Randomi will never forgive you bro. . .