Memories or are they dreams?
Perhaps they are both but dreams so bright and colourful they burn not my eyes but inside my head. They are dreams of a place, but no place here, a place so filled with wonders that it flowed into your very being. I have a great feeling of loss as well, of being torn away from comfort and being plunged into deep dark waters. Movement is slowed and it’s hard to breath and I guess unless a way back can be found eventually I will drown.
So here I am in the World you call Golarian, I left my family a quarter of a century ago and travelled. I’m looking for answers to explain my dreams to find a way out of the dark pool and back to warm life giving light.
Who am I? Well my name is Hypotaragusbloomslip Obernotenimble and I’m a Gnome. As you know gnomes can do bits of magic and some even train and become Wizards. I’m too busy you see to do things like that because I’m looking for other answers. Answers from books and the Gods and from the stars. I feel that’s where my destiny is taking me.
It means I have lots of people to meet to find the answers I seek. Inside my head still burns bright and from it has sprung my own type of magic, a magic that has grown stronger the more I've used it. The stronger the magic the more alive I feel. Its got me into a number of jams which would probably of got me into a fair bit of trouble but so far I’ve dodged any major problems.
I’ve been living In Absalom for a number of years now a place teeming with countless races and cultures. The place of the Starstone, I can feel it just a slight tingle but I know its here. I’ve become a scribe so I can earn a few coins, had a few passing love affairs but its as easy to visit the Salon of Calistra as to try to form any lasting bonds, probably cost less coin as well.
Maybelle laughs at my name, for a half breed she has a lot of spirit probably from her Elven heritage. She is perhaps the brightest soul I’ve encountered on my journey so far, a shooting star in the dark sky. She tells me Humans and Dwarfs won’t understand or even speak to me because of my name, so she has given me what she calls a pet name that others will accept. So far things have gone well with it in fact I’m beginning to like it myself.
I feel my power is more controllable than it ever was before so Thimble Starchaser is off to join the Pathfinders.
