Hobwyn hopped along the trail at about a minute a mile and there
was no mistaking it he was the prodigal child. He had a staff and
beard since the age of three and he defeated all the haters that
there came to be. He excelled like hell in the arcane arts and
worked like a slave to win Debras heart, but no matter what Hobwyn
said or did, Debra just exploded on him. He bought her flowers
and jewelry, and gifts but she returned these sentiments with a hit
from her fist. Hobwyn cried and he fasted, and he pined away, he
locked himself in a cellar and refused to display a modicum faith.
The world as he knew was hard and unkind, he would have liked to
be somewhere else where he'd feel fine. He decided to dig and he
dug like a champ, the tunnel he made was long and was damp. He
fought beetles and spiders down there in the mud and when he got
out he thanked heaven above. Never again would he lose faith in
magic whilst in tribulations of love.
life after death
Hobwyn flew into a blizzard with his knapsack and blanket.
He had thirteen brothers and sisters at home fighting for
scraps at the dinner table and with him being the runt, the
pickings were slim. He went on into the night driven by
hunger pains. He came to a dark looming forest.
The gnome Hobwyn found a lot of families in Dankbark and he
played pirates and vampires with the human children. He ate
well while he lived here and grew into physical maturity.
Hobwyn began to aquire a taste for adventure. He roamed far
and wide but never into Grimwood forest east of Dankbark.
A common mother told him stories as a child of evil druids
that defend the Grimwood and it's dark secret. He found
these tales enthralling and wanted to strike out on his own
and become a renown hero. He studied the history of the
area and its inhabitants and contemplated the best route.
One sleepless night he decided he would take on the druids
in Grimwood alone. He packed up an ancient short sword and
some armor potions and headed out. The entrance wasn't hard
to find, we walked into the forest and was assaulted by a
figure dressed in black robes! He fled and was killed.
Hobwyn floated above his body and felt a serene restfullness
looking down from the bough of an ancient pine. He knew he
could return to his body but something was calling out to him
from above, he began to float upward into the clouds. A
loud buzzing sound surrounded him suddenly and everything
went black.
Hobwyn awoke wrapped in an intricate black robe. He couldn't
move his body from the neck down. A grim druid looked down
at him scowling. "There is no way out of this sanctuary for
man or for spirit." growled the dark mage. "You should not
have come here so young. We have decided you will learn our
secrets.".
The druids taught him about the animals and trees, about the
moon and oceans, but most of all about the stars. Hobwyn
lied on his back as he waited for his neck to heal and gazed
up at the night sky. Would he have gone as high as that if
the magic of Grimwood had not pulled his spirit down again?
He wanted to know.
The druids sent him away when he had regained his strength.
After the injury he found out he had a talent for magic.
Hobwyn started enchanting weapons for adventurers. He made
quite a bit of gold and wondered into the city to spend some.
When he found a school for magic he decided to stay awhile.
Description:
A small spool of garments and armor constitutes a gnome of formidable magic. His grey whiskers and tiny beard are rough and patchy. He has wrinkles around his eyes and lips. He is roughly the size of a small cat. Old jewels and diamonds glitter on the jewelry he flaunts. His skin is a healthy brown color. The robes he wraps up with conceal his limbs entirely and leave little of his face exposed.