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"Bubkiss Widewallow, Illusionist," the gnome said, and caught another sneeze within his handkerchief. "Bread's splendid, fine and good!"

"Enjoy I shall, yes, goodly," Bubkiss said, and sniffed the bread deep. The question rose from Garrod, and Bubkiss affixed his glasses firmer upon his nose as he spread his fingers and shot his cuffs out, as if presenting the item for auction. "Why yes, it's a perfectly balanced and well cut...

Bubkiss felt immediately welcomed by such considerations, making himself bashful and humble as was required by goodly manners instilled in him. "Oh, why, how kind, how kind indeed, yes, how thoughtful, my thanks, my deepest thanks." Boots clonked towards the hearth, and the blanket was with...

Where the gnome did travel, the rain followed with him. It did not shower on anyone else, rather a malign cloud did drift where the gnome did tread was following his every move, lingering over him as a black mark against his sunny disposition. The gnome was set to speaking in rapid pace to...

Hello, I'm MrTophat, otherwise known by the name Reharl, and I've been making music for Chronicles for the last year or so, mostly for the player faction The Knights of Anathaeum. I'm now offering commissions to write music for your characters or threads! If you'd like to hear examples of my...

Bubkiss was a flurry of sideways scrawled writing, the sloppy script contorting into something far more legible and dignified that the gnome's initial script. He wrote down the details as he glossed over them silently, a tongue extended from his lips as he turned the journal from side to side...

Caution was not a byword of gnomes. Upon seeing peril they smiled. And so too did Bubkiss in this moment. He kicked a pebble away as if booting the concern firmly away. It scattered when his own sense of self preservation should have directed him so. “Always ready to hear a good story,”...

Bubkiss didn't quite factor in the bluster that had been generated about himself, like static electricity that did generate with the friction of concern. He smoothed out his clothes that had so recently showed elements of the luminous white that was the eking out of the passionate will to his...

Bubkiss twitched his moustache and smoothed his beard, growing quiet and further, still. His eyes darted from left to right, and he considered the riddle before him. One he was careful to navigate. His Master had warned him of contracts, of the slipping of minor details, of the sanctity of...

The world did yield to Kiros' divine magic and set both flames of amazement and studious attention within the gnome. His features were a mixture of rapture and concentration, a wide smile upon his features, the response of an enthralled audience, his eyes quick and reading the fabric of magic...

“A priest that does battle! Boy, what a thing,” Bubkiss said, completely ignorant as to the scale of what a true battle was. For while he had seen the dioramas of such things, tapestries of two dimensions that could be translated into artistic shimmering movement in illusion, such were slurring...

Upon hearing the technical aspects of Kiros' magic, Bubkiss became a symbol of studiousness. Patient and attentive, nodding at all the appropriate moments, and most importantly, allowing for understanding to yielded to comprehension. “I see, I see!” Bubkiss said after a moment, and used his...

A thousand thoughts crashed and tumbled into one another within the gnome's congested traffic of a mind at the statements that Kiros made and he blinked a few times as if redirecting the passage of such thoughts into some reasonable order. All manner of arcane theory did wonder how it might...

Kris arrived with the fresh juice and schnapps that Bubkiss had ordered, smiling at both courteously before asking after the enjoyment of the meal. Bubkiss replied that, 'all was well and good and fine and dandy, many thanks, many thanks,' and Kris proceeded to fill Kiros' mug in turn, for she...

A mound of food was provided all steam and herbs to fill the palette with such comforts. Bubkiss felt in this moment that his company felt the sharp prang of relief, of comfort at the experience of such a hard won soothing of something other than rations. Bubkiss felt as if he understood it, but...