Just getting into his middle ages, Tinklang is a short Gnome (even among Gnomish standards), and rather rotund... as a matter of fact he is actually quite overweight. Physically he is quite weak, with the strength about equal to a child, and far from hearty, though despite this he is quite spry. His real strength lies in his mind, as he is adept at learning new concepts and ideas, soaking up knowledge the way a sponge soaks up water. As a result of this his attention span can be frustratingly short; he is always looking for new thoughts to ponder. Though his seemingly endless barrage of questions can be annoying, he is in fact quite amiable and, in general, tends to get along with most people.
His manner of dress favours the traditional fashion of small Gnomish villages: a collection of brightly coloured clothing usually complex but functional in design, sewn with a multitude of pockets, laces, drawstrings and other "features" of questionable necessity. Along with his spellbook, he also carries with him a journal, which he writes in frequently with an odd metal tube, flanged at the end almost like a tiny mace. Ink flows from the tip however, without the need to dip it in a well, an innovation which, if asked, he credits to his uncle. His journal is full of pointless meanderings, sketches and diagrams, with only the most recent entries being of any relevance.
Tinklang Kabang
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Re: Tinklang Kabang
At last! After my arduous journey I have arrived safely at Candlekeep... and what a sight it is! The fortress itself is immense, the great outer wall ringing easily four times the area of the village back home. And the library! It towers higher than any building I've seen... I can't wait to see the inside! For now, I have joined as an Acolyte, with the purpose of learning the customs and history of the keep, while I decide whether I shall pursue a future as one of the avowed. I don't think it shall take me particularly long, this seems like quite a fitting place... so much knowledge, and so very safe, with the wards tied to the very stone...
Oh! The wards! The wards here are so strong they emit a lovely hum at all hours. It's quite soothing, really... rather like the machines Uncle Radang used to build back home. Though, here at Candlekeep accidental explosions seem far less common... at least so far, that is! Where was I? Ah, yes... I am an Acolyte here now, quite exciting! Though, the robes I must wear are a rather drab affair. Entirely black. Really, some people have no concept of fashion! But alas, such is the way of things, and it occurs to me they said nothing of cloaks... my nice bright yellow and blue cloak should offset the dull robes nicely, at least until I am allowed to wear whatever I please.
Bah! Here I am going on about clothing, what a trite thing to be focusing on. Really, I must do a better job staying on topic! Anyway, as I was saying (well, not saying, really, but writing, but I think the idea is there if you will forgive the idiom... although, who the "you" is I am referring to is uncertain, since I am writing more to myself, which brings about more than a few interesting questions.... ahem! Focus!) it would seem I have arrived here at a particularly eventful and unusual time. When I first arrived... well, actually I was in fact escorted more than anything, it would seem the roads are unsafe at night, as my escort, an Elf called Nithion, informed me... regardless, when I arrived there was a sort of meeting underway, led by a rather grave-sounding Tiefling fellow by the name of Valerius, who I later found out to be Candlekeep's Guide.
As it turns out, there has apparently been a rash of abductions lately by an entity called the "Shadow-singer", who is in some way linked with the goddess Shar. This Shadow-singer has a penchant for abducting women and can beguile the minds of men, along with a variety of other powers that manifest in the dark, evidently. I found it all quite fascinating, despite everyone's overly grave matter. They even said that none of the encounters have resulted in death and all of the kidnapped victims have been returned. It is as though since they don't understand this entity, they fear him outright, and thus will not approach him to further their understanding. They've stuck themselves in the middle of a paradox, really, and I don't quite see why... as my grandfather Duntang used to say, "something you don't understand is just something new to learn!" (Of course, he was killed trying to prove that the Drow are just misunderstood). And admittedly, the concept of abduction is somewhat frightening... I suppose I can breathe a sigh of relief that I am not a woman!
I also found out from a Hin chap named Effelin that Candlekeep's master of the Illusionary Art is away chasing after magical artifacts from lost Netheril. I suppose my studies will have to be self-led then, at least in the area of Illusions. Hm... in fact, if their chief Illusionary Scholar is gone, perhaps not returning, I wonder if his position would be open? A thought to keep in mind...
Oh! The wards! The wards here are so strong they emit a lovely hum at all hours. It's quite soothing, really... rather like the machines Uncle Radang used to build back home. Though, here at Candlekeep accidental explosions seem far less common... at least so far, that is! Where was I? Ah, yes... I am an Acolyte here now, quite exciting! Though, the robes I must wear are a rather drab affair. Entirely black. Really, some people have no concept of fashion! But alas, such is the way of things, and it occurs to me they said nothing of cloaks... my nice bright yellow and blue cloak should offset the dull robes nicely, at least until I am allowed to wear whatever I please.
Bah! Here I am going on about clothing, what a trite thing to be focusing on. Really, I must do a better job staying on topic! Anyway, as I was saying (well, not saying, really, but writing, but I think the idea is there if you will forgive the idiom... although, who the "you" is I am referring to is uncertain, since I am writing more to myself, which brings about more than a few interesting questions.... ahem! Focus!) it would seem I have arrived here at a particularly eventful and unusual time. When I first arrived... well, actually I was in fact escorted more than anything, it would seem the roads are unsafe at night, as my escort, an Elf called Nithion, informed me... regardless, when I arrived there was a sort of meeting underway, led by a rather grave-sounding Tiefling fellow by the name of Valerius, who I later found out to be Candlekeep's Guide.
As it turns out, there has apparently been a rash of abductions lately by an entity called the "Shadow-singer", who is in some way linked with the goddess Shar. This Shadow-singer has a penchant for abducting women and can beguile the minds of men, along with a variety of other powers that manifest in the dark, evidently. I found it all quite fascinating, despite everyone's overly grave matter. They even said that none of the encounters have resulted in death and all of the kidnapped victims have been returned. It is as though since they don't understand this entity, they fear him outright, and thus will not approach him to further their understanding. They've stuck themselves in the middle of a paradox, really, and I don't quite see why... as my grandfather Duntang used to say, "something you don't understand is just something new to learn!" (Of course, he was killed trying to prove that the Drow are just misunderstood). And admittedly, the concept of abduction is somewhat frightening... I suppose I can breathe a sigh of relief that I am not a woman!
I also found out from a Hin chap named Effelin that Candlekeep's master of the Illusionary Art is away chasing after magical artifacts from lost Netheril. I suppose my studies will have to be self-led then, at least in the area of Illusions. Hm... in fact, if their chief Illusionary Scholar is gone, perhaps not returning, I wonder if his position would be open? A thought to keep in mind...