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About Scraps

A girl’s life is not an easy one in the nation of Brevoy – especially if she’s not even three feet tall and green. Between dodging the young nobles in their drunken duels, being stepped on in the market or ignored at court, the indignities never cease.

Her parents had never known what to do with her. They tried to teach her the important things in life: always take the shiny trash off the top of the pile first, never eat anything that’s already been eaten twice and most importantly, never, ever, anger something bigger than you. At heart a good child, she’d never had any problems with the first two…

Scraps loved her parents deeply and tried to live by their wishes. Their love of her knew no bounds and on her third birthday, her mother gave her a beautiful red ribbon, nicked off the rubbish pile behind Tall Sally’s Fashions - for the plus sized minx in all of us. When Arthur Brisbane, a nasty piece of work at fourteen years old, had knocked her down and taken it, she’d lept at his shins, biting and gnawing for all she was worth, despite his towering almost two full feet above her.

The constable had come of course, a huge relief to Scraps, who was definitely on the losing end of the tussle. Expecting justice, she had been dismayed when Arthur was cut loose, ribbon in hand, and she was dragged before the magistrate. His Honorableness had been appalled, appalled I tell you, that there were goblins resident in the fine city of Restov, and demanded that something be done about it – whereupon Scraps was summarily thrown out of the city and into the river for good measure.

Her exile did not last long, barely an hour actually, with most of that time spent trying to get to shore. Offended deeply, all three feet of her quivered with rage. Returning home, she gathered up her friends and told them her plans. Her cousin Rags was there, both of the Stewmeat twins and even Stumblestink the kobold came. She gave a rousing speech on the need for mutual respect, outside meal hours of course, and moved her audience to tears. Together, they would form the Kommittee for Equal Heights and force the humans to respect their smaller neighbors.

She remained undeterred the next day when her friends, having forgotten their oaths the day before, invited her to a game of King of the Midden. Taking a crate in hand, she set out for the city, a collection of old declarations and notices in a sack at her side. She’d stayed up all night writing out her message over and over on the backs of the recycled pages, using her very best handwriting. She’d hidden this activity from her ma of course, lest she get in trouble for Rule 3, again…

She spent all that day posting notices, and most of the next, stopping only once it began to turn dark. Returning home, she was surprised to see her pa futily pushing back a crowd before their burrow under the 9th street bridge. The motley collection of kobolds, goblins, blues and even a few gremlins jostled back and forth before her father finally spotted her at the back of the crowd.

Thus was the Kommittee for Equal Heights born. They marched the next day, dressed in their best, and ignored the thrown tomatoes and other refuse. Upon returning home that night, the crowd was even larger, spilling out from under the bridge on both banks. They staged a sit-in two days later, carefully planned and orchestrated, when the Lord Mayor held court in the old bailey. The constables attempted to drive them away, but their numbers had swelled to over sixty. When the tall men waded in with batons and clubs, even the humans stopped to listen as Scraps made an impassioned plea for civilized discourse before being clubbed to her knees.

Scraps hovered on the brink of death for a week after the sit-in and the whole city was aflame with accusations of tyranny! All that week the Kommittee had demonstrated, marching each day with her ma and pa at their head. Scraps awoke to the whole city, or at least all of the city beneath the height of four feet, hailing her name. Her pa had her rise and greet the throng outside, the large group now joined by fifteen halflings, ten gnomes, a lone Flummph and even some humans!

No one was more surprised than Scraps when the notices went up the next day – In recognition of her bravery, the Kommittee was given suzerainty over the Stolen Lands!

Scraps chose her companions carefully and they presented the next day at court. Initially dismayed that three other groups would be competing for the same land, Scraps stood tall as her name was called, all three feet of her radiating determination and majesty. With two tiny steps forward, she swore the oath and strode into the annals of history.