Figys Blunderjinx lives in Whistledown. He had always lived in Whistledown. For all his fourty-four and sixteen-ninteenths years of youth. And life was...well, it was dreadfully
boring! How any gnome managed to make his home there and not bleach away after a mere week of the same routine Figys doubted he would ever figure out. From the time he could walk (and his parents always claimed even sooner) little Blunderjinx was prone to wandering off into the nearby woodlands to make friends with the various animals that resided there, which made life in the sleepy community something he could at least stand for a while.
All did not end well for the young gnome though, for one day, while ambling aimlessly in the forest, Figys was alerted of grave danger by the rabbits and, yes, even the skunks (and if those haughty bastards saw fit to help him the situation must have truly been dire). He rushed back to the village and saw the place ablaze.
Goblins, the psychotic runts, had descended upon Whistledown. Gnome warriors are no weaklings, though, and were ultimately able to repel the pests (it isn't hard to defeat invaders frightened of dogs and horses when half of the town can speak with animals), while Figys, still too young for open battle, was forced to hide. The casualties were luckily few (for the gnomes, that is—goblin ears and noses were the trophies of the day and in no short supply), but Blunderjinx's parents were unfortunately among them.
Figys vowed to wipe out each and every last goblin that he came across so that now other gnome, nay, person! would ever have to feel the pain of such loss again. He trained hard with the bow and became one of Whistledown's youngest protecters. He struck out one day, deciding that he would take on the tribe that deprived him of his parents, but upon arriving at their camp it was naught but a burnt husk. Somewhere along the line the tribe had destroyed itself.
With his quest complete (they're dead, it counts; who says it doesn't?), Figys headed for the coast. He caught wind of the Swallowtail Festival in Sandpoint. It sounded like great fun, and after having just set out on a rather dour mission the gnome felt like he could use a spot of fun to raise his spirits.
