The Chronicles of Avorai
Gippetto Pinhearl Barrow Rocktoe III
3' 5". 50 lbs. Green eyes. Brown hair. Ravishingly handsome.
STR (12) DEX (14) CON (16) INT (16) WIS (14) CHA (16)
AC (13) HP (9)
Fortitude (3) Reflex (5) Will (5)
Base Attack Bonus (+2)
It had been sunny all day but suddenly it began to rain and then to pour and then a couple of frogs were getting it on on a rock near a pond where cattails hid the surprising, yet lasting, coupling of a badger and a woodchuck. Months later, utilizing the best of his parents traits, Woodger would be the first to tame the wild Wimpanwani River. And though Woodger would eventually develop a twig eating disorder and choke to death he would go down in history as the only Badger and/or Woodchuck to ever Dam the Wimpanwani. But something else happened on that fateful day not far from that frisky pond. Yup, you guessed it, Gippetto Pinhearl Barrow Rocktoe III was born under a good sign.
You see, that little pond was nestled in the hole of a doughnut shaped hill, and under that hill Gippetto Pinhearl Barrow Rocktoe II had made his home with his lovely wife Gamlitilda Holondaise Bruyere. My, my she was a looker. She once decided to walk bare – oh sorry. Anyway, on that fateful day, under that cattail pond nestled atop that doughnut shaped hill, Gippetto Pinhearl Barrow Rocktoe III came into the world destined for greatness. His father was a travelling Gemcutter and his mother was a famous Herbalist (you’ve heard of ‘Gammy’s Nighttime, Sniffling, Sneezing, Coughing, Aching, Stuffy Head, Fever, So You Can Get Some Rest Tonic’ right?) so it was only natural that young Gippetto would be a musical savant from birth, in fact his slightly gurgley but nonetheless lovely tenor brought Mrs. Rocktoe and the midwife to tears. Mr. Rocktoe was preoccupied prying loose his wife’s ironclad grip. By the age of three Gnomes from up and down the Wimpanwani came to hear young Gippetto perform, which he did constantly. Soon the tiny village of NestleNook was being visited by more than just Gnomes; Halflings from across the river, Dwarves from up in the hills, even the occasional Gian – I mean – Human, and of course the Bards. First just the one, but then there were others, and by the time Gippetto was nine the village would be flooded with travelers by the last week of spring setting up to hear Gippetto perform in the summer festival. In fact the Mayor, Mr. Mortimer Crookednose himself, named the week leading up to Yuletide “Rocktoeberfest” in honor of Gippetto’s contribution to the local economy.
The whole while, unknown to everyone, even his beloved mother, Gippetto was miserable. Well about as miserable as a Gnome can be, which is not very miserable all things considered, but Gippetto didn’t know that. All he knew was that there was a hole in him not unlike that hole atop the doughnut shaped hill, except his wasn’t filled with water and frisky frogs. His was empty.
That is until one sunny morning when the one and only Thomas Pettycoat and the Home-wreckers came to perform, not for Yultide, although that was indeed the day, but for young Gippetto himself! THEY auditioned for him. At least that’s how Gippetto remembers it. By the end of the day he had his fiddle and his fishing pole and a bottle Gammy’s Tonic and was on his way across the Wimpanwani. Life on the road with the Home-wreckers was more than Gippetto had ever dreamed of. They didn’t wreck a single house the whole way, and nothing else for that matter, except for the occasional string. In fact the only thing they did wreck was maybe a few hearts in a Tavern here or there when they’d leave one village for the next. Yes sir (or ma’am), Gippetto got the travel bug, the road bug, the performing bug, the gossip bug, and a bunch of other bugs all in one go.
After several years of music and travel and a bit of adventure, give or take a few years, Gippetto returned home to NestleNook to find Gammy, Mother dear, aged severely. Papa Rocktoe had tragically drowned when the Wimpanwani Dam collapsed. Gippetto was heartbroken. Papa and the Dam had always been there. Well the Dam had always been there. Well the Dam had been there as long as Gippetto could remember. Come to think about it, which Gippetto did for the first time that day, the world had always been changing. Papa was always a little older when he came home, Mother always a little more sad each time he left. Alone that night under the velvet sky Gippetto walked the streets of a NestleNook he hardly recognized. It was then he realized what he must do. Gammy Rocktoe understood of course. For Gippetto the world at large felt more like a home now than his own home. His family was the family of music. His heart was the open road. And you always have to follow your heart. You’ll regret it if you don’t.
That night a few years ago, give or take several years, Gippetto Pinhearl Barrow Rocktoe III walked alone down the road out of NestleNook, and the road rose to meet him. The stars set a shine to the fine wood of the fiddle on his back, his Fathers hammerhook at his side, and his freshly oiled boots. With his pouches and packs about him he was off. “Now let’s see,” he thought to himself, “what’s around the next bend.”