Brodda  (Gnome, Rogue) 3/08/02

      
Brodda Sixfingers was born unto darkness in the depths of Ak'anon.. early on his steps took him down the path of thievery. Ophaned at a young age, his parents were taken by a roving band of slave traders from Velious to the infamous Gnome Skin Armor factories (He'll never forget seeing his Mom's "Tinkerers do it in a toolbox" tattoo on a pair of Gnome arms worn by a druid in North Freeport). In the ghettos, he would steal a couple of coppers here, a bit of silver there, maybe a Word or two.. anything to keep food in his belly and Gnomish Spirits in his flask. It wasn't until that fateful day he snatched the scalp off the head of an Orc Pawn and handed it back him without the Orc ever blinking an eye that he knew his true calling. He applied for membership and was accepted into the local Rogue guild, The Deep Muses. An adept student, his skills grew at an alarming rate. Thanks to the extra finger he has on each hand, he had a distinct advantage in any skill involving meticulous work with his hands. Quickly he learned all his Guildmasters had to teach him (or so he kept telling himself).

Alas, poor Brodda suffered from wanderlust, his eyes were always on the horizon. No family to keep him in Ak'anon he decided to leave his homelands behind and seek his fortune (Hahahahahahahaahaaha!). After several levels of strife and turmoil in the various wastelands of Norrath, he had the priviledge of meeting Krintog. After several hours of talking with the elderly monk, he presented Brodda with an opportunity. Complete a series of quests and he would be granted membership in the Plaguebringers. Brodda accepted his charge and went forth, a new focus in his life. The quest was to redeem himself as a rogue and complete the first half of the Burning Rapier quest, the Gem of Stamina trial. Being quite low level for such a quest he did as much as he could relying only on himself, but as with all great accomplishments, he could not finish this alone. Asking Krintog for help, they devised a plan. Together they stormed the gates of Mistmoore Castle in the dead of night. Many a sleepy and confused Dark Elf met in Innoruuk's Hall of the Dead that night. Then, crashing through a pair of glass doors, they came upon the final target, a renown poison researcher and accomplished brewer known as the Homo Enologist. The battle was fierce for she was mighty! Although she fought well, a monk and a rogue were the only two standing in that courtyard when the dust settled. At last, his quest finished, Brodda was accepted into the Plaguebringers.

Brodda, ever thankful for his luck, made several life long friends in his new guild. One of these was Tyrrund, an iksar monk around the same level. Becoming fast friends they explored new lands, fought many battles together and shared in adventures too numerous to recount here. In the background at this time, the Plaguebringers started having a few internal problems and several of it's members were moving on to different guilds. Most of the friends Brodda made during his time in the Plague moved to a new guild, Dragonchow. Tyrrund asked him to join Dragonchow, but he still gave his loyality to Plague. Then, one day upon waking from his camp, Brodda found himself without a guild at all. The Plaguebringers had disbanded in the night, exiting his life as fast as it had entered it. Having no where else to turn, Brodda decided to follow his friends and asked to be considered for membership into Dragonchow. Much to his delight they accepted him into their ranks (a curse? a blessing? this has yet to be seen...).

Brodda is now home.. his tenure with Chow has been the happiest and most educational time in his life. The people of Dragonchow have heaped upon our hero (pause for laughter) huge quantities of kindness and generosity for the past.. omg, year or more? They have dazzled him with their honor, precision, teamwork, ferocity in battle and the ability to stay cool in the most hopeless and dire of situations. This is Brodda's creed now. He has completed the Burning Rapier quest and is now a fully redeemed rogue. Helping others, giving all he can for the benifit of Chow, displaying honor and integrity on the battlefield and off, even sacrificing himself if the need arises.. this is what he lives for. He also enjoys a good laugh, something Chow delivers on a daily, if not bi-hourly basis. Apparently he has also taken a vow of poverty for reasons unknown, even to himself.

There is no telling where the Fates will lead our tiny-tiny friend Brodda, but doubt not that it will be Swifthand and his intrepid band known as Dragonchow... may Bristlebane smile upon them all.

From "Brodda in a Gnutshell"

by Astaldo Flamingbattledorf, Brodda's Dwaven split-personality