The Intrepid Entrepreneur Embraces Audacious Adventure

Where do I even begin to emphatically explain the exploits of one imaginative explorer? I speak of course of the gnome named Reldazian. Well, that's me, had you not guessed. I am certain you didn't. In any case, our tail begins with the click, click, click of a gear. Odd? No, not in this gnomish home. It was a home of engineers. My father, my mother, and my six brothers and sisters: engineers, all of them. And as the youngest of the seven children, I too, was cast as an engineer. Of sorts. From a young age I remember building so many wondrous things. A doll with one eye that walked in a circle. A box whose lid opened itself overnight. And a clock that didn't tell time but simply exploded quite randomly. I had presumed my creativity would be met with gleeful adulation by my family yet this proved to be most incorrect. In my own mind, I found my consistent attempts at construction led to accidental creations of pure whimsy. But in the eyes of my family, such inconsistent clockworks were deemed hazards to the household. It is hardly my fault such genius often cannot be contained within simple machinations that choose to fly apart at inconvenient times. But there I was, nearing the age of employment and no meaningful prospects in sight. "He's unfit for work" or "He's not ready" and sometimes "His machines literally explode in your face" was the undeserving banter surrounding my name. It was clear that I simply had not met the right employer who would appreciate my sense of exploratory invention. And so, I set off with a backpack full of tools and a spirit full of undeniable affinity for assembly for what was sure to be an outside the box adventure! Something in my pack is ticking again. I'm sure it's fine.