Gnomeh

The once daughter festered over the missive, carrying the news to all whom she had seen fit to receive it, finally leaving the news with Isilmelire to print around to their kin.

It is sad to see that the superior race of Wonks are now being diminished to mere frogs. :(

Ekyth'aher, clanless and young yet driven by ambition, signs the charter (IGN: Gnomeh)

Hey if you need one of these played. . . reach out or smth

Lenores chaotic daughter, Leytura, emerged from amidst the wilds after a couple of years of exploring and causing mischief, and now she has returned, searching for her mama.

All of them would use Kirby I think. But I think the Witch would be partial to Jigglypuff or Pikachu/Pichu

[!] A missive would be pinned all across the Fjords of Norland To my kin of the frigid fjords, Nords and Norns, I call for you all to band with me, hold a blade and a quill close to your side, for the winds are disturbed and the night stretches unusually longer, encroaching upon the dawn's territory. Join me in aiding against whatever this ‘Watcher’ reminds us of, the veil that has thinned. I have already begun scouting the dense environment of Norland in search of more answers, and my labour has proven to be fruitful, and so I ask any whom may be interested in joining me against this threat, or promise, to meet with me as our minds can be shared as One. I personally advocate my closest allies; Thegn-Iulius, Yelizaveta, and Ulfric to accompany myself; but should you feel capable and adventurous, join us also. - A Becomer, just like you.

"We shall turn et to ice, and make snow cones from its corpse brother!" Another Gnome called aloud to Soxton, slamming his staff on the ground.

You think it is missing the MADMAN niche with Leytura around?

Only if you do your entire attunement vision using AI also

I'll ask the classic question. What has been your favorite Roleplay moment of the server?

Another gnome, a gnome of good standing, wandered amongst the village of Amberdell. His eyes began to grey as they reflected the words of blood upon each door, and his teeth grated against one another as black smoke subtly spiralled around his arms and staff, speckled with golden grain "T'is es shameful, an' I shall be back teh condemn yeh. . ."

"Thats our last name. . .?" Leytura's gilded eyes scanned the letter before laughing "I would love teh come, but I wont be paying"

You need to stop cooking, mars.

Join @Astrophysicaland I as tiny, mischievous, and whimsical magical Gnomes!

Trying to up the Gnome player base if you're interested. They are a sub race of Halfling so pretty similar to a dwarf which might not be what you're looking for, however they are far more exceedingly whimsical and a type of character to just have a laugh on. DM me for any more details :)

An inquisitive gnome rested within the library of Cerulia, laying the freshly released paper upon the table before him, promptly placing his reading glasses to read on with a grand, enthusiastic glare, taking time to read each word, and to understand each sentence. Tael’s mind pulsed as the printed knowledge continues to enlighten him, fueling his desires.

Do you have a discord for it yet. . .?

The adventures guild is always fun! I need to get back on that.

[!] A short missive, written with elegant calligraphy and imbued with herbal scents of rosemary and sage, were dropped from above by flocks of ravens. [!] An Ouroboros, the cycle that encompasses all, is marked on the top of the page. Hark! I beg for thine attention! As voices of the Triumvirate, it is our duty to ensure that balance is maintained and that the cycle continues. Harmony is within us all. We are one, and we must act as one. We respect the Life and Death, Strength and Surrender, and the Growth and Decay of our kin. Our duty, as dedicant, druid, and all that seek harmony, must be remembered. Our duty is to listen to the Will of the Triumvirate. Our priority is that of preserving Harmony, in unity. Be it as a collective order or as many who stand alone, our duty binds us as kin. We art all threads, gawk at those around ye, gawk at the trees, the rodents, and the soil. We art all threads, bound together within a weave, spun by the loom of Harmony. But yet should we begin to forget, the loom at which we art all spun upon falls still, the cycle breaks, and the scales tip over. Our duty is to harmonise Life, so that it not overwhelm Death, nor Death choke the breath of Life, by the will of the Mother-Maiden. Our duty is to cull predators so that they not over feast prey, nor prey not grow beyond measure, by the will of the Horned Lord. Our duty is to nurture Growth, so it not spiral unchecked, nor Decay which would consume all, by the will of The Crone. We art the guardians that sever the threads that must be cut, by the Will of the Triumvirate. Sister of the Wyld Creed Follower of the Triumvirates Will

The Wyld Witch smiled up into the golden sun that hung above her and the tree she was tending to "Mother-Maiden, provide this blessed tree thine strength and aid me in nurturing it to health. May its leaves flourish and its roots find sustenance" The Witch rested on her knees within a silent tranquillity, soon rising to her feet, accompanied by a shallow sigh, as her pilgrimage began onwards towards the happenings of the Grand Moot.

The Wyld Witch mused over her guides words, her usual gentle smile withered slightly and her feelings slowly became dispositioned "Thou art causing much strife. Branches are breaking across our lands and thou must focus on mending them, nay snapping them thineself." A soft sigh condensed within the morning air, continuing to bundle her herbs together with various chants "Mine loyalty rests on thee, but we must speak."