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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Delgar" data-source="post: 858801" data-attributes="member: 3195">WINGSABBI (SHADOWFROLIC): Wingsabbi of the Daergel clan was a difficult birth. The Cleric had to intercede in the birth, a rare occurrence indeed, violating the private childbirth ceremony. Wingsabbi's mother dealt with the situation with fine Gnomish humor and decided that his birth pet would be the Hedgehog. Perhaps this was a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, as hedgehogs aren't as social as other burrowing animals, Wingsabbi quickly picked up the hedgehog language, and took months longer than others his age to switch to speaking gnomish. That isn't to say that he wasn’t doted upon by his parents, for he was. In fact, much of this doting resulted in the freedom he had as a child. For Wingsabbi had a strong family bond. Nor was he lacking in the feeling of community. What he was was simply a bit apart. His parents let him run around free earlier than the others his age. This meant that he was familiar with the outdoors when the others started wandering. Wingsabbi took the leadership role and guided the others around, showing them what was safe and what was poisonous. The loss of life was less that year. It was this guiding that led his parents and the rest of the village to call him The Little Ranger. Whether he grew into that name or that name was a prophecy, only Ehlonna would know. But indeed the two became one. Along with the time spent playing with his friends, he spent nearly as much wandering on his own around the nearby countryside. Though he was never really alone, as he had his animal friends to play with. It was during his school years that he got his nickname of Shadowfrolic. He specialized in pranks based on shadows. Shadows to scare people. Shadows showing couples in compromising positions. Mocking shadows behind someone giving a talk in class. When he turned his attentions towards a young gnome female, Glinttresses, he turned his shadows to the task. After many pranks involving her shadow acting out the passions he wanted her to feel, her body followed suit. Together, their pranks soared to new heights, as Glinttresses was a budding Illusionist. Between his animals and mundane ability with shadows and her magic and illusions, their friends and families were always bewildered about what was real and what wasn't, but in either case, everyone was laughing heartily. Soon after graduation, they got married, to the relief of the village who was hoping some of their energies would go towards children. And that occurred, as they were graced with a baby girl, Scintilla. Life was good. But it didn't last. Shadowfrolic was on patrol one evening, and saw the shadows of some ogres approaching the village. Maybe it was his happiness or his complacency, but when he thought it was a prank, he decided to prank the pranksters instead of just checking it out. The ogres attacked the village and without his warning, it was more successful than it should have been. What hit Shadowfrolic hard was that the creatures of the wild didn't warn him. As he wept and prayed, Ehlonna came to him in a vision stating that it was his personal arrogance that overcame his duty. He thought he could outprank the pranksters, and not about what his duty was. He had always been a bit apart, felt he was not above others, but to the side of them, where some rules just didn't apply. That shouldn't have interfered with his sense of duty and protection. Ehlonna set him a penance of leaving the community and his family, to aid and succor others throughout the world, until he's learned humility and can raise his head in honor again. Only by sacrificing his personal ties temporarily, can he be worthy of them for eternity. That is the story he told the elders when they berated his actions. That is the story he told his wife when she was consoling her sister who lost a husband in the attack. That is the story he told his daughter who was asking where some of her friends were. And with those words on his lips, a pack on his back, he walked out of the village.</blockquote>

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