Help is requested.
This is the tale of two of our members, both of whom share sad tales.
Each of these guildies has a sad tale, and seeks help in tracing their family history. If you now anything that could help either of them, please contact us.
Thank you.
Whipitq
Whipitq is pretty well known in the guild now, many of you will not have seen her around, while she picks your pocket. Those who have seen her, would probably describe her as 'a little gnome with a big attitude'.. Well, you couldn't be more wrong!
THE TRUTH ABOUT WHIPITQ!
I'm actually a giant.
I was born in Rathe mountains from what can only be called a bizarre accident. A VERY bizarre accident!
I learnt only recently that I was adopted, and after a LOT of asking, I have managed to piece the following together.
My father was a scout, and was exploring around Rathe mountains. His party was on the shores of Lake Rathe, tired and sore, and made camp. My father took the dawn watch, and the camp was awoken by his strange groans.
One witness says that my father was stood on the lake shore, frozen in fear, as a naked giantess emerged from the water. Another says ny father's face was radiant with joy, while a third described the look as pure lust!
Whatever my fathers emotiona state at the time, what IS known and agreed upon is that the giantess probably never even saw any of them - she merely stepped out of her bath, then sat down to get dressed. Sad to say, she sat on my father...
Apparently, she gave a little moan as she did, then grabbed her clothes and strolled away, humming to herself.
The only sign left of my father was one of his boots, which has been passed to me, and which I carry everywhere with me.
The group seperated, with some heading home for help, and some attempting to follow the giantess. Months passed, and finally a small army gathered around the giantesses cave. Moving in, they were just in time to witness the birth of twins - me, and my... ? I don't know!
They attacked, and during the fight, I was grabbed my a rescuer, but the one who tried for my twin was killed, my twin was grabbed by a giant, and the gnomes ran.
The trip home was fraught with danger, and the gnomes fought a rearguard action all the way - I like to think that my mother wanted me back, but my friends tell me that she probably never even noticed me popping out!
My childhood was strange - I kept banging my head on ceilings that I couldn't even reach! Rooms are always full when I'm in them, and I have to buy XXL size in everything! Live as a small giant is not easy in any way - live as a small giant honest rogue anti-social philanthropist gets just a 'little' confusing.
Somewhere out there I have a twin - but given the circumstances, I have no idea whether its a brother or sister, and whether they are big, small, honest, a fighter, caster or coward!
I'd like to ask the guilds help to find them, or at least some word of them. Anything you can find would be appreciated - so much so, I promise not to steal your wallet when you tell me!
Whompee
What there is to know about me.
I was born somewhere in Rathe Mountains. On the day of my birth, my family was attacked and my mother had to flee with me for our safety.
I was a lonely child and spent my days out in the field with the warriors learning the ways of battle. They would make fun of me and say that girls would never be a true warrior. So I used the berries in the woods to dye my chest piece pink and vowed to show everyone of them up on the field.
So strong was my determination, I managed to win the respect of them all and on my eighteenth birthday they had crafted me the finest armor they could and it was a lovely shade of pink. That is also the year my mother, laying on her death bed called me to her.
For all my life she was all I had, and I told her she couldn’t leave me all alone. She told me I wasn’t alone. She said there was another out there and although she has always tried, could never find them. Them? Them who?
One look in her empty, pain-filled eyes told me it was too much and she wouldn’t be able to share anymore. That is when fate forced me to give my mother a final goodbye.
Beside her on the night stand was a intricately carved wooden box. It showed a battle scene in front of a cave and inside was a single boot. It appears to be some sort of scout boot but I cannot be sure. I have spent hours studying the details of the box but I cannot piece it all together. I have made a promise to myself and my mother’s memory to find out who “them” referred to.
I have gone through many lands, joining many battles and wars hoping to meet someone, anyone with any information to help me with my quest. Alas, so far it has been for naught.
I am hated in most lands and no one really ever cares to speak to me. So my journey continues. One day, someway, somehow, someone will have heard pieces of the legend about the day I was born and help me find the one I seek.
Each of these guildies has a sad tale, and seeks help in tracing their family history. If you now anything that could help either of them, please contact us.