Order and Chaos

Wigoseth was ordinary in the same way that any gnome child could be. Born in one of many gnome villages, deep in the underdark his people as they were, and they thrived on trade, while sporting an almost thriving. Wigoseth's home was one of order, even as deep underground nonexistent crime-rate. Like most gnome children, he grew up, went to school, and then when it was time to choose a profession, the academy of magic. He was in his fourth year at the academy, barely 17 years old, which for a gnome is still a child, when disaster struck. Their village, which was normally very accepting of visitors had some new ones. A rather large group of mercenaries and the like. They were rowdy, and caused trouble in the taverns, but it wasn't anything crazy at least at first. It wasn't until they started taking things without paying that the problems truly began. You see, the law was found, even in a small village like his albeit a more localized situation. When the city guard moved to put a stop to the chaos and remove the troublemakers that real trouble began. Like most fights it was over fairly quickly, but unfortunately for the gnomes they were the losers. When the fires burned down and the morning came the dead were tallied. Most of the able bodied adults in the village were slain, and too many of the homes were destroyed. In the end, the village decided to migrate to the gnome village on the surface, choosing the protection of the Justices over being on their own. This is where Wigoseth's story really begins.