Post by Gimble Nackle on Jul 8, 2008 22:13:34 GMT -5
Gimble lived in a modest, and sparsely furnished house in Gur. It wasn't quite up to the Gnome's standards, but he couldn't complain, as it was quite suitable hospitality since he was a foreigner, and of a different species all together. Not to mention, he didn't have anything more than four gold and a pouch of what everyone else usually thinks of as junk. The house had a small bed, which, proportionally, was actually quite large for Gimble, a cupboard with some food, and a desk with many books on it.
Gimble had convinced an Elven wizard that was selling goods in the marketplace to let Gimble borrow some of his books, the wizard had little need for them, and had found Gimble entertaining. Elves had quite an extensive collection of magical tomes, which came to a surprise to Gimble, he didn't expect any other then Gnomes to be so magically proficient. Now that he lived in a desert, Gimble decided he needed to learn more of the colder spells (not to mention, Gnomes prefer water based magic). Lying open on his desk sat a book entitled The Power of The Elements: Water, which went in to a great amount of detail about the element, it's goddess, and surprisingly, touched on the Gnomes. Not to mention, listed a host of water-based spells. Gimble had just memorized a new spell, Chill, it was called, and felt like testing it.
Gimble closed his door, so that any cold he created would stay inside, and he would be relieved of the terrible heat. Once he moved to the center of the room, he started to chant the words, and finished with the Sign Of Water hand sign, and when it finished, his right hand, the hand that made the sign, felt a little cool, but he knew that outside of it was much colder then it felt. Gimble danced around the room, waving his hand wherever he went, and after a little while, he forced the spell to finish, and he could now feel the lingering cold, though with the heat of the region, it was perfect temperature. With a little jump, and shout, for joy, Gimble set about dancing around the room some more, though this time for less practicality.
After the cheer of his success wore off, he decided to set about learning some more. Looking through the piles of books, he was very glad he learnt to speak Elvish. The Elves had a vast knowledge of magic, one he would only have otherwise gotten in his old home.
That last thought made Gimble sad. The normally extatic little man felt a small tear slip down his cheek. He missed his home. These Gur'ai seemed nice enough, a little crude, but nice. Though it would never replace the feeling of living amongst fellow Gnomes.
Gimble sighed. No use dwelling on what you can't change. Yet. Gimble pulled out another book he had borrowed, one that had caught his attention earlier: Wizards and their Familiars Gimble spent the next long while reading the book, and then when he was sure he was ready, set out to find his own familiar. Skipping down the street, Gimble set out towards the portal to Bylin. When he saw the portal, he spent a long time admiring the Elves' work, and almost forgot why he was there in the process. When he was finished examining the fine stonework, he hopped through the portal, and landed in a heap. Gimble wasn't used to portal travel, it left him with a feeling of disorientation, especially when over greater distances. With a look of determination, (though the still-lingering disorientation and his small face made the look rather comical) he set about searching the vast forests for a potential familiar. Only moments before he would give up and go home to sleep, Gimble saw a raven. Crouching low, Gimble gave his but a little wiggle, similar to a cat, and pounced on the bird, wildly shouting out the words for the spell to bind him to the animal. When he was finished, the bird calmed noteably, and looked at him.
Gimble leaned back, sitting with his legs stretched out, and his hands behind him holding him up. "You're a big birdie, aren't you?" The raven only continued to look at him. The black bird was roughly two feet long. While not an amazing size to a more normal sized humanoid, to the three and a quarter foot tall Gimble, it was quite large. After a little while, Gimble sat up, and held out his arm for the raven to perch on, when he heard a light laugh to his left. A Ranger stepped out of the trees, and looked at Gimble.
"So you're the legendary Gimble Nackle, the Gnome whose antics know no bounds, I am honored, truly." The Elf bowed playfully, and Gimble returned the bow, though he almost lost his balance in the process.
"Is there anything I can do for you, before you return to the desert?"
"No, I do believe I am fine." With another bow, and then a wave, Gimble continued. "I pray we meet again, friendly ranger."
With that, Gimble turned and left. After about an hour of being lost, Gimble had wished he asked the ranger to show him the way back. Tired, and without the will to continue, Gimble sat down, and spoke to his bird.
"I'm going to rest a bit, and you can keep watch. If a ranger comes by, bring him or her to me, so we can get unlost." With that, Gimble laid down, resting his head on his arm, and went to sleep.
It hadn't felt like a long time before the raven woke him up, with the same ranger he had met earlier nearby. "The bird says you wish to be 'unlost', I think I can help." After seeing the look of shock on Gimble's face, the ranger explained. "Familiars are especially good at communicating with people, particularly those who are good at listening."
The nice ranger led him to Bylin, and Gimble walked back to his house with his new pet.
Gimble woke up, and looked over at the bird. "You need a name."
Gimble thought for a while, then proudly exclaimed "Myrnadar!" The bird cocked his head, then seemed to give an approving look. "Myrnadar it is."
Gimble slid off his bed, wiped the sleep out of his eyes, then went to sit at his desk.
((Too be continued, later, I need to sleep. Be sure to tune in for part II where Gimble starts to get a taste for dark magic!! [shadow=red,left,300]... dun dun dun..[/shadow]))
Gimble had convinced an Elven wizard that was selling goods in the marketplace to let Gimble borrow some of his books, the wizard had little need for them, and had found Gimble entertaining. Elves had quite an extensive collection of magical tomes, which came to a surprise to Gimble, he didn't expect any other then Gnomes to be so magically proficient. Now that he lived in a desert, Gimble decided he needed to learn more of the colder spells (not to mention, Gnomes prefer water based magic). Lying open on his desk sat a book entitled The Power of The Elements: Water, which went in to a great amount of detail about the element, it's goddess, and surprisingly, touched on the Gnomes. Not to mention, listed a host of water-based spells. Gimble had just memorized a new spell, Chill, it was called, and felt like testing it.
Gimble closed his door, so that any cold he created would stay inside, and he would be relieved of the terrible heat. Once he moved to the center of the room, he started to chant the words, and finished with the Sign Of Water hand sign, and when it finished, his right hand, the hand that made the sign, felt a little cool, but he knew that outside of it was much colder then it felt. Gimble danced around the room, waving his hand wherever he went, and after a little while, he forced the spell to finish, and he could now feel the lingering cold, though with the heat of the region, it was perfect temperature. With a little jump, and shout, for joy, Gimble set about dancing around the room some more, though this time for less practicality.
After the cheer of his success wore off, he decided to set about learning some more. Looking through the piles of books, he was very glad he learnt to speak Elvish. The Elves had a vast knowledge of magic, one he would only have otherwise gotten in his old home.
That last thought made Gimble sad. The normally extatic little man felt a small tear slip down his cheek. He missed his home. These Gur'ai seemed nice enough, a little crude, but nice. Though it would never replace the feeling of living amongst fellow Gnomes.
Gimble sighed. No use dwelling on what you can't change. Yet. Gimble pulled out another book he had borrowed, one that had caught his attention earlier: Wizards and their Familiars Gimble spent the next long while reading the book, and then when he was sure he was ready, set out to find his own familiar. Skipping down the street, Gimble set out towards the portal to Bylin. When he saw the portal, he spent a long time admiring the Elves' work, and almost forgot why he was there in the process. When he was finished examining the fine stonework, he hopped through the portal, and landed in a heap. Gimble wasn't used to portal travel, it left him with a feeling of disorientation, especially when over greater distances. With a look of determination, (though the still-lingering disorientation and his small face made the look rather comical) he set about searching the vast forests for a potential familiar. Only moments before he would give up and go home to sleep, Gimble saw a raven. Crouching low, Gimble gave his but a little wiggle, similar to a cat, and pounced on the bird, wildly shouting out the words for the spell to bind him to the animal. When he was finished, the bird calmed noteably, and looked at him.
Gimble leaned back, sitting with his legs stretched out, and his hands behind him holding him up. "You're a big birdie, aren't you?" The raven only continued to look at him. The black bird was roughly two feet long. While not an amazing size to a more normal sized humanoid, to the three and a quarter foot tall Gimble, it was quite large. After a little while, Gimble sat up, and held out his arm for the raven to perch on, when he heard a light laugh to his left. A Ranger stepped out of the trees, and looked at Gimble.
"So you're the legendary Gimble Nackle, the Gnome whose antics know no bounds, I am honored, truly." The Elf bowed playfully, and Gimble returned the bow, though he almost lost his balance in the process.
"Is there anything I can do for you, before you return to the desert?"
"No, I do believe I am fine." With another bow, and then a wave, Gimble continued. "I pray we meet again, friendly ranger."
With that, Gimble turned and left. After about an hour of being lost, Gimble had wished he asked the ranger to show him the way back. Tired, and without the will to continue, Gimble sat down, and spoke to his bird.
"I'm going to rest a bit, and you can keep watch. If a ranger comes by, bring him or her to me, so we can get unlost." With that, Gimble laid down, resting his head on his arm, and went to sleep.
It hadn't felt like a long time before the raven woke him up, with the same ranger he had met earlier nearby. "The bird says you wish to be 'unlost', I think I can help." After seeing the look of shock on Gimble's face, the ranger explained. "Familiars are especially good at communicating with people, particularly those who are good at listening."
The nice ranger led him to Bylin, and Gimble walked back to his house with his new pet.
Gimble woke up, and looked over at the bird. "You need a name."
Gimble thought for a while, then proudly exclaimed "Myrnadar!" The bird cocked his head, then seemed to give an approving look. "Myrnadar it is."
Gimble slid off his bed, wiped the sleep out of his eyes, then went to sit at his desk.
((Too be continued, later, I need to sleep. Be sure to tune in for part II where Gimble starts to get a taste for dark magic!! [shadow=red,left,300]... dun dun dun..[/shadow]))