Xandar Clubard Kimmle Kingle Wrinklerod

## Kingle The Forest Gnome

Joining the guild at the ripe gnome age of 145, Kingle joined to help the world around him, but also to have new experiences and to follow his "Path"

## Early Life

Growing up in the forest between Indemarlalona and Llurthas (Yridhrogar) Xandar Clubard Kimmle Kingle (going by Kingle as Xandar was given to him by his dark elf handlers) was born a slave to the dark elves, as the nimble hands of his kind are able to quickly harvest the mushrooms. HIs Races natural attunement to the natural world allows them to know immediately which will make a tasty stew. He escaped his Drow captivity when he was 75 years old, leaving his family behind as he had to seize the opportunity when he could. He created an illusion of a giant spider to distract his captors and then he himself hid and fled at the aid of the forest squirrels he had as companions, he used the system of tunnels in place to escape to the north were he blended in well enough as a rock gnome. he eventually gained passage tot he port city of Erranlurth (Kingdom of Pathez) where he met a elf ranger named Wrinklerod who agreed to help him learn the ways of the forest.

This began as a strained relationship with little trust and therefore little learning. This is no surprise given Kingle's years of slavery he has a very difficult relationship with the elf race. As he trained and learned from Wrinklerod he learned many things about the forest and the tundra to the east. He spent much time learning to battle and understand the orc, his time training under Wrinklerod was cut short in a gruesome battle with a band of giants and bugbears attempting to eradicate a pasture of peaceful centaurs living in the plains east of Fearowbose , resulting in Wrinklerods death, as well as Kingle losing his left ear and right nostril. Although his death is marred with a strong desire for vengeance for his old friend, Kingle will always remember Wrinklerod's final words "The Path, if to escape first must be found". As a final tribute Kingle took the surname of Wrinklerod to keep his friends reminder in his life.

## Joining the Guild

Lost in his own mind after the death of Wtinklerod Kingle wandered the land doing good when he could, causing harm when it was unavoidable and mostly thinking.

He often offered protective services to the farmers and ranchers in exchange for food and something warm to wear. As he stood pensive over the various pastures and fields Kingle would often find himself gazing up at the stars with a voice in his head saying "Find the path". Weather it was a trick of his eyes or some greater power, wehnever Kingle heard that voice he would always be able to trace a line always pointing in what felt like the same direction. Always pointing towards Stilde. For many years Kingle ignored the voice and the lines as he knew that Wriklerod's final message should be interpreted as he should not try to be on "the path".

After a particularly frigid winter when he was tracking a band of mountain trolls though the marshlands, Kingle found himself closer to Stilde than he usually allowed himself to be. Going against what he assumed to be his better judgment he gave into the voice and entered the city proper. Kingle found that he was there during a winter festival and there was little room to be found to stay, and with no money this mattered little. But luckily jobs were abundant. Forgetting about the trolls Kingle accepted a simple job cleaning in the inn, where he met Rhysand and Rylik. He struck up conversation with them, and for the first time in years his minds voice did not speak.

Kingle tended to keep to himself, slowly opening up to other guild members. His methods often considered odd, did yield some results. His knowledge and skills slowly grew. But he realized this was truly where he needed to be when he was gifted enchanted swords by who he now considers his closest friend.

As a result of some interplanar mishaps as well as some potentially misguided drinks Kingle currently has no capacity for emotional vulnerability or feeling. Filling that empty space his mental voice has returned allowing him to feign feelings but also has led to some thoughts returning that he had not had in a long time.