The Jib-Jabbers and the Pentaportal Incongruity
Short and Flithy Gnome Druid
High Priest Sequoioideae from the circle of the forest is my father, but only a few knows of this truth. I have not seen my father in many years, this is because I am forever banished from my home. My mother, Fern, was a beautiful sower of seeds and helped plant and manage the circle’s crops. She and my father were engaged in a secret affair, hidden away from the High Priestess, Oleander, for five years. During that time my little brother Peanut and I were born into this realm. For the first few years of my life my mother taught me many things, such as the language of plants, how to use our gift of growth and to always trust in our great Mother, nature. My childhood however was abruptly cut short on that horrible evening I will never forget, even after 200 years. Oleander had went to go ask my mother questions about the upcoming harvest when she walked into our house to find her husband there with Peanut (a toddler at the time) on his lap while we listened to him tell us stories. It took her just a moment piece together what was going on. She went into a jealous rage and cast an unbreakable spell on my mother which turned her into a crow right before my eyes. My father threw Peanut in my arms and screamed for us to run away and never come back then rushed over to Oleander to stop her from casting the same spell on us. I followed his order and ran as far into the woods with my little brother in my arms as I could until I collapsed. After resting I continued to run for days on end until I forgot what direction my old home was in. For the next 50 years it was just the two of us. I took care of Peanut until he was old enough to take care of himself. We mainly lived out in the forests and mountains traveling where the food, and occasionally the wallets to pick-pocket were. Then one day we were using our mother’s gifts to grow some berries in the forest when all the sudden a group of about twenty Orcs jumped out of the brush and rushed towards us. I had never been so startled and frightened in all of my life! Before I knew it I was feeling rushing wind in my eyes as I flew higher and higher through the air. Somehow my gnomish form had changed involuntarily into that of a red tailed hawk. I looked down to see Peanut being bound up and carried away by the gnarly creatures. During that moment it was if I could not control what my hawk body was doing, I wanted to turn back around and try to save my brother but all I could do was keep on flapping my wings. Since then I have explored and have found harmony between my animal self and my gnomish self. My life’s mission since gaining control of my many forms has been to find Peanut, wherever he may be. The search has been ongoing for one hundred and forty-four years. He is still alive somewhere, in some form because I sense it, just as I sense my mother in her crow form. I can also sense when nature is out of balance and have started to do what I can to restore it.