Post by lili on Jul 23, 2009 19:18:03 GMT -5
I am Lili, gnome born and bard trained. I have lived 100 years in the same desolate Kelvin Hills District. When I was probably less than four seasons old, an act of war burned down the forest where my village was located. Except for my fox and wolf friends I would have never survived.
When winter came they sadly left me at the only inhabited location within thirty miles, the Spire Clan compound. They were human farmers, and not a bad lot, except they liked to hunt down my animal friends! In time they sent me out to serve them as sheppard.
What a lark! My wolf friends kept the sheep safe from their own witless habits. If a clan member showed up, the wolves and I pretended to be in a fierce combat to the death. The hardest part was stopping our giggling. I faked all kinds of interesting injuries, but would “boldly stay on the job” as Old Spire said. In return for the wolves help I warned them when and where the Spire hunters were planning on going.
I learned many amusing ways to trick the clan out of extra food for my lunch. I would make elaborate slow roasted stews that I easily sold to travelers on the Kelvin trail. I would also trade it for magic books and training or impromptu music lessons. My turnip pottage with wild herbs made me over a thousand gp.
I practiced magic out in the fields and even learned the Raise Dead ritual. The human, Delkian, discovered me using it on the rabbits they had killed for a feast. She never forgave me.
Old Spire and his kindly sons all passed away. Delkian was next in line to be Clan leader. She enjoyed harassing me, and tried to steal my gold. She even banned growing or selling turnips through out the district just to bother me.
I left at night without a word, and said good-by to my animals who gave me an inspiring howling ceremony. I leave Kelvin Hills forever, looking for enough gold to retire on in comfort and build my dream turnip farm. I may be new at the adventuress life, but I feel it’s the only way to make my dreams come true. May Corellon protect me.
When winter came they sadly left me at the only inhabited location within thirty miles, the Spire Clan compound. They were human farmers, and not a bad lot, except they liked to hunt down my animal friends! In time they sent me out to serve them as sheppard.
What a lark! My wolf friends kept the sheep safe from their own witless habits. If a clan member showed up, the wolves and I pretended to be in a fierce combat to the death. The hardest part was stopping our giggling. I faked all kinds of interesting injuries, but would “boldly stay on the job” as Old Spire said. In return for the wolves help I warned them when and where the Spire hunters were planning on going.
I learned many amusing ways to trick the clan out of extra food for my lunch. I would make elaborate slow roasted stews that I easily sold to travelers on the Kelvin trail. I would also trade it for magic books and training or impromptu music lessons. My turnip pottage with wild herbs made me over a thousand gp.
I practiced magic out in the fields and even learned the Raise Dead ritual. The human, Delkian, discovered me using it on the rabbits they had killed for a feast. She never forgave me.
Old Spire and his kindly sons all passed away. Delkian was next in line to be Clan leader. She enjoyed harassing me, and tried to steal my gold. She even banned growing or selling turnips through out the district just to bother me.
I left at night without a word, and said good-by to my animals who gave me an inspiring howling ceremony. I leave Kelvin Hills forever, looking for enough gold to retire on in comfort and build my dream turnip farm. I may be new at the adventuress life, but I feel it’s the only way to make my dreams come true. May Corellon protect me.