Born in Gnome Village, but raised in Seringale, Dinklebik had been
encouraged since childhood to question the books and discover the mysteries
of Serin himself. He was given no requirement of which guild, if any, to
join, rather, the family tradition is for each gnome to decide for
themselves which may suit them best. There are some who became mages,
fighters, farmers, butlers, even thieves, but each was their own choice.
Dinklebik had thought for some years that he would live his life as a cook.
Early in his learning of cooking, he began to grow a love of mushrooms and
the variety of their uses. From toppings on a sandwich, filling in a pot
pie, to being the main course of a meal, Dinklebik kept experimenting with
them. On yet another trip into the wilderness in search of new mushrooms to
discover, he came upon an Invoker practicing practicing her spells. He, of
course, had known of the guild, but he had never seen it or felt it up
close. He was mezmorized, and in that moment, he set cooking aside and
joined the Invoker guild. Dinklebik just couldn't get enough of the
studies, often he would confuse himself by trying to learn everything at
once, no matter how often his instructors had told him to focus on a few
rather than all at once. Although, the spell he learned in creating food
did hold his focus. It was a whole new level for his beloved mushrooms and
began experimenting with putting magic into them. It wasn't long before his
mushrooms were often requested to be made. With his cooking and the lessons
from the guild, his curiosity on high, Dinklebik gained the courage to begin
exploring beyond the wilderness around Seringale and go farther and deeper
than ever before.
A little creature with a beard he nearly steps on is here. Unusually
thin for a gnome, a slight hump on his back, and tanned skin, it looks as
though he spends most of his time outdoors. He has a sharp nose under puffy
eyes and his mouth is hidden beneath a long, frizzled beard that is
sprouting a few mushrooms! There seems to be a scorched scent near him,
though it is faint, it is unmistakable with his slightly charred clothing.
Yet, somehow, his beard is left untouched from the ever-present heat.