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Morgeruat · 10-18-2005, 11:05 AM

ooc: just realized how long it's actually been since I posted here...

IC:Zevin the Juggernaut

The gnome looked over at Ghar, he always liked it when new people came to listen to his tales...

"Well, it all started long long ago, when I was but a wee lad, see back then things were as they are now, mountains were more rugged, trolls rarely accepted coin for passage, the Jansens held the monopoly on turnips and turnip related products like canaries, and everyone was just generally a hell of a lot meaner. Back then humans were just first learning to crawl out of their mud huts and build fires while we gnomes were perfecting gemcraft and learning about the play of light through the facets of gems. Learning about refraction and reflection helped pave the way for us to discover that we could influence light and the perceptions of others the same way, and what's more, we were good at, damned good. The secrets were kept tightly concealed shown only to a very few not of the same clan, eventually gnome began teaching gnome what they had learned and although it was kept strictly as a gnomish art different abilities were manifest and the power of illusion became greater. It was then that most of the gnomes decided to secret themselves away inside the Mount of Dreams, you probably haven't heard of it, it's been missing from your world for about six generations. But the gnomes... we built the place on dreams, illusion, and tricks of light, the mind tells you alot of false information, we were simply tricking the mind into doing the impossible, and making it possible through the belief in our art. Bridges that span farther than that village back there made of nothing more than a wisp of cloud and light, but as long as you don't think too hard about it, and how it works it's more solid that mithril steel. I left there nigh on to sixty human years ago to discover. Not just to find money, women, or magic, but to discover everything as it really is, What others learn about me is often little more than a trick of the light and vague sound, or a fanciful story of heroics that they want to hear, that they need to believe in order to build up their own hope. Reality bites as they say, and my art works the way it does because people are all too willing to grasp ahold of any illusion, no matter how incredible in order to add a bit of the fantastic to their lives. I've seen the fantastic son, and I'm out here to find the truth."

10-18-2005, 11:05 AM	#62
Morgeruat Jack Burton Join Date: October 16, 2001 Location: PA Age: 45 Posts: 5,421	ooc: just realized how long it's actually been since I posted here... IC:Zevin the Juggernaut The gnome looked over at Ghar, he always liked it when new people came to listen to his tales... "Well, it all started long long ago, when I was but a wee lad, see back then things were as they are now, mountains were more rugged, trolls rarely accepted coin for passage, the Jansens held the monopoly on turnips and turnip related products like canaries, and everyone was just generally a hell of a lot meaner. Back then humans were just first learning to crawl out of their mud huts and build fires while we gnomes were perfecting gemcraft and learning about the play of light through the facets of gems. Learning about refraction and reflection helped pave the way for us to discover that we could influence light and the perceptions of others the same way, and what's more, we were good at, damned good. The secrets were kept tightly concealed shown only to a very few not of the same clan, eventually gnome began teaching gnome what they had learned and although it was kept strictly as a gnomish art different abilities were manifest and the power of illusion became greater. It was then that most of the gnomes decided to secret themselves away inside the Mount of Dreams, you probably haven't heard of it, it's been missing from your world for about six generations. But the gnomes... we built the place on dreams, illusion, and tricks of light, the mind tells you alot of false information, we were simply tricking the mind into doing the impossible, and making it possible through the belief in our art. Bridges that span farther than that village back there made of nothing more than a wisp of cloud and light, but as long as you don't think too hard about it, and how it works it's more solid that mithril steel. I left there nigh on to sixty human years ago to discover. Not just to find money, women, or magic, but to discover everything as it really is, What others learn about me is often little more than a trick of the light and vague sound, or a fanciful story of heroics that they want to hear, that they need to believe in order to build up their own hope. Reality bites as they say, and my art works the way it does because people are all too willing to grasp ahold of any illusion, no matter how incredible in order to add a bit of the fantastic to their lives. I've seen the fantastic son, and I'm out here to find the truth."