The Story of
I was born to my gnome mother and father. We didn’t know each other long as Jørgen tells me. My life is not a happy one. It begins like this, when I was born I was only with my parents for 10 years before the chaos came thorough my village and killed everyone except for me. My father being Chief tried to stop it with his guards and himself but he was over powered and fell, along with my mother who hid me from the chaos then ran to, help my father but was to late she too was killed. I can still remember the screams of my mother cries, and the flames, and black smoke that was once my village as i ran into the forrest. a day went by before Jørgen came across me, passed out in mud. Barely breathing he took care of me, and taught me useful skills, hunting, fighting, raised me with good values, but I always had an itch for mischief, weather stealing a little extra gold or opening locks getting away from guards or breaking in and killing someone I was the it. Though Jørgen tried to keep me in the right path my heart was always a little in the dark. As I grew older became a master of disguise and a the thief sovereign. Growing up with Jørgen, he taught me many a traits and I was his companion on his quest and journeys for justice. and now we watch as the rest of my adventure unfolds.
Everyone has there motives, and dark secrets. we will keep mine in the dark for now.
name Glemlin nickname weasel weight 43
class rouge gender male
race gnome looks very attractive
size small alignment chaotic neutral
hight 2’9 religion olidamnara