ZipZazzle Von Kikkanen Derosthe's page

"Fizzbangers Sparkblowers and Skyflowers of course!"

The gnome said excitedly his hand and fingers animatedly moving and wiggling about. It was clear that whatever he was talking about seemed really exciting.

"I use the powders in different alchemical recipe's to make visual entertainment of the pyrotechnic kind miss."

He said somewhat more calmly. Once everything was loaded He moved to the drivers seat of the wagon. He wasnt very large so it certainly had space for anyone to ride along with.

"Load up what you need to folks, daylight's burning."

He said with a sort of chuckle.

The gnome drew in a deep breath and pratically stood up on his toes.

"I am good sirs and mams Zipzazzle Von Kikkanen Derothse ...the third. Inventor and sage extraordinaire."

He paused for a moment and looked torwards the wagon as a man thumped a small cask on it too roughly for the gnome's liking.

"Egads! You Brutes! I said carefully carefully! Thats grade five black powder in that cask. DO you want to blow us all into the Dwarven mountains?"

He began wildly shaking his fist at the man who wasnt being as careful as the gnome would like.

This would be the Nine's entry, Just need to finish working up the equipment, I look forward to feedback and the look forward to joining all of you is selected.

this will be the profile I plan on using, crunch is finished although I will adjust the sheet

Trun Rumbo

Theres usually one in every town... in this case there is a family. The Rumbo's are always in the thick of any sort of problems, when someones tools go missing, they are the first people you check. Drunken brawl at the tavern? Uncle Abe Rumbo probably started it. Your rhubarb pie missing from the windowsill, well you know you've been Trun'ed.

Trun particular vice was, is and probably always will be food. All the wife's of the village learned quickly to keep their pies of of their windowsills because the hungry young lad was known for making off with them despite his size. Despite his problem with his weight Trun is very light on his feet and has quite agle if pudgy fingers.

He actually works as a cook at the local tavern now after actually leaving the small town to study abroad only recently returning home. For the most part he has given up his larcenous ways, after all no need to still the miller's wife's pie when you can whip up one better.

Trun is a good ol fashioned rogue. Good luck everyone