Name: Biggle Ratsbane
Race: Gnome
Class: Enchanter
Sex: Male
Age: 167 years
Height: 3' 1"
Weight: 42 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: White
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Biggle's Story

Biggle's lil' Story Prelude:
No one is quite sure where Biggle originated, although he is rather quick to tell you one of three interesting stories...none of which can be proven as true or untrue. One thing is for certain though, none of them are the same and they all conflict. In the past few decades it has been confirmed he did in fact sucessfully complete a strict rehabilitation course at the Erudian Home For the Mentally Insane...Although their standards and procedures are currently under reveiw.

Biggle's lil' Story:
Back in the day...before the Monkies (Humans) infested our great land their was a time of great suffering and pain. The Inkies (Drow) were at war with the Snobs (High Elves) and the youthful Dirt Faeries (Wood Elves) were runnin amok in chaos and disorder. Many years would come ta pass before the naked apes would spread their influence on the battle fields..for they like the stupid Big Dum-Dum Stoopid Heads (Orges and Trolls) were mere pups. We being the intelligent folk we were, decided to not interevene...The Stumps (Dwarves) and Hamsters (Hobbits a.k.a. Halflings) were a wild bunch though...esp. the Dwarven warriors...Oh what a sight they were...although mind yee they were still Demi-Gnomes but there's someting about watching a fellow "shorty" lobbing off kneecaps that just makes ya want to cheer! And dem furry-foots are even better at poking the tall ones ones in the behind den we are!

Well over the years the battles raged on...The High Elves were simply not numerous enough to deal with the onslaught of the Inkies...something to do with some odd mating ritual i believe i was told once...and although the dwarves were more then happy to assist in lobbing off knee-caps the Halflings were another story. While some of them were hold and righteous, others were evil and deceitful...so needless to say they were a bit unreliable...and as i stated before we gnomes just didn't care. Sure there were the powerful mercenaries, but fer every one of them was an equally powerful and currupt Necromancer Gnome. And i tell ya they fought with much more heart then the mercenaries did that i tell ya. In this time of Dismay the Orges and Trolls were growing in power. The Orges who had once been a great kingdom were now stupider then ever. But they had power..and although they had many struggles within their society they were still able to organize not only themselves but the equally stupid Trolls...Well it was not pretty. The big fat uglies marched on towards battle...but what they did not relize was at dis time those naked apes in freeport had come to power. Living that close to the evil of Innoruuk which was festering in the Nektulos Forest had hardened them...and they grew stronger and stronger from the infux of monkies from the Qeynos area. And together with the Barbarians....oh what a sight indeed!! They crushed the Big Dum-Dum Stoopid's quickly. What they did not relize though was that the Orges and Trolls had created a diversion, and that their main forces were marching on Freeport itself with the Inkies!!!! And even worse currupt Necros and Shadow Knights exsisted within their very ranks!!! Oh the horrors that played out that day were not pretty indeed...it was quite nasty.

The battle raged on at the front gates of Freeport...from every possible angle where the sounds of screams, battle-cries, and gushy thuds as limbs flew about. The monkies got back to defend their town just in time, and fer a breif moment it looked as though they might just overcome. Now keep in mind me's seen lots o' horrible things...but this by far was the worst...up from the crumbling groud rose a giant disfigured beast. Ears not quite and long and beautiful as me own...but rather lanky and twisted. The foul beast must have stood 60 stores high! And when he let out his cackle i knew it could only be one person...or God rather. Yells and cheers arose from the battle feild as the inkies chanted his name...All at once like a bunch of drones his name sung out "Innoruuk!!!, Innoruukk!!!" and in an instant me blood chilled. With the wave of his hand monkies fell left and right...as he sucked their life force chuckling and laughing. At his feet the swarm of drow gathered together...feeding off his essence, and regaining their powers. It trully was a sad sight, me may not be very fond of the naked apes..but most of them are an honorable bunch..and i could not stand to watch them slain in such a mannor.

As the battle raged on i took a particular interest in a near-by mountain...it appeared to shift and move...methinks to meself this cannot be good...and the earth began to quake...Up from what just was a mountain appeared Cazic Thule himself...the God of war!!! He appeared enraged...for his Orges were being misled by these evil beings...yet at the same time his excitement got to him, in a fit of rage he began slicing down mortals left and right...there went an Orge, there went a Human, there went an Inkie...he didn't seem to care, and to tell you the truth neither did i, population control if ya ask me hehe. Well anyhow Innoruuk did not like this much...methinks the foul beast is a bit of a control freak, and he concentrated his efforts on Cazic...now don't get me wrong, ol' Cazic is a force to be reckoned with...but a great many of his powers were striped from him when he abused them..and he was no match for Innoruuk's might. Cazic fell to his knees but before Innoruuk could drain his lifeforce into himself Cazic chopped his own head off! To the ground it fell...crushed at least 40 mortals and made a real neat sound as the groud shook!. Innoruuk turned in a crazed look towards the City of Freeport..and his eyes lit up then faded just as quickly...for out of the corner of his eyes stood a tranquil being, maybe half his size with a peaceful little smile on his peaceful little face. "Who are you!!!" commanded Innoruuk, his eyes aflare and spittle flying from his mouth. "I am Rocet Nife and i have come to destroy you". Innoruuk laughed with glee, "Ahh yes i know of you, but you cannot match my might and i will consume your soul!" Rocet smiled...gotta admire that "little" guy he must have a bit o' Gnome in him. He spoke very softly ...so calmly that for a minute all fighting ceased...as if he very word were so sacred nobody...not even the Big Smelly Dum-Dum Stoopids would dare raise a sword. And he said to "Innoruuk, no i cannot defeat you, and i dare not try...i said i was here to destroy you" Innoruuk again laughed and battle raged on, Rocet winked and from the sky dropped another mountain of a God...methinks his name was Mr. Marr or something like that. Made all the monkies rather happy i must say. Well this Mr. Marr charged right at Innoruuk...ignoring all the little inkies trying to poke and tickle him with thier weapons and spells. He hacked away at Innoruuk..with speed and skill unmatched. And Innoruuk sucked away at his lifeforce mending his wounds as fast as that Mr. Marr fellow could make em...It did seem as though Innoruuk had the upper hand. But he fergot one thing....That silly little God with the silly little smile on his face. He began to dance around in glee healing Mr. Marr...Now this certainly would have been the end of Innoruuk...but along come another God!!!! I do believe i knew this one, his name was fizzlethrope or something along those lines. God of theives methinks...but anyhow this little weasel runs up and starts jabbing at Rocet Nife! Then Innoruuk steps back, casts a powerful spell..and up pops the undead corpse of the God Cazic Thule!

At this point me starts to get very worried. What does this mean?? What will become of the rest of Norrath if this foul beast wins. Well ya know great minds think alike...and from the docks of East Freeport i heard a sound i will never forget....a horde of drunken Dwarfs singing war songs and clanging their weapons...My what a sight it was seeing those wild lil' boogers charge into battle...axes swinging and beards a wagging. Like a Hill Giant on a bad day they plowed through the crowd of Inkies headed straight for Innoruuk...He had depleted much of his powers on that Mr. Marr fellow who continued to hack away at him dispite his many wounds. And if that wasn't enough all around the battlefield appeared thousands of elves...High Elves came from nowhere...as if some magical force had just teleported them in..and i'll be darned if out from the near-by trees and bushes popped a herd of Wood Elves. The battle that ensued was quite awesome...and every now and then i'd notice Gnome or two run by giggling and pouncing. Dwarven clerics took Rocet's place healing Mr. Marr as he was busy with that pesky King of Theives. The Elves quickly dispatch Cazic's undead corpse and cheered victory...but it was all too soon. The Inkies had been reduced to half their numbers...but a great many Powerful Necromancers remained...as did many Monkies and Gnomes who were loyal to Innoruuk. Up from the groud sprang fallen warriors from both sides, and their skellital remains cackled much like the evil laugh of Innoruuk himself. A war that should have been nearly over....had just begun.

It was then i noticed a group of well organized peoples...surrounding a Monkey and a stubby Dwarf...looked like a couple, and rather odd one me thought to meself. In their eyes burned a fire that could not be...umm put out. yeah that's it. Well this group of fine Warriors and Mages seemed to work together so well...and that interesting Dwarf was killing undead left and right...at will it seemed. The Monkey didn't appear as wise as his Dwarven mate...and rushed into battle like a madman..kinda admirable for a naked ape methinks. Well what this noble Paladin lacked in Wisdom he more then made up for in strength...With this special sword he seemed to have a connection with he tore through Inkies like butter...it was rather amusing...and all around him his guild fought with the same honor and valor that he did. Some of them fell in battle..which was understandable considering the odds...but the sheer force of this fighting machine was amazing. I even noticed a handsome Gnome or two among their ranks helping out their much less able Demi-Gnome friends...For we all know the backbone of any good fighting machine is the Gnomes that hold it all together.

But anyhow enough about them, lets focus on me. Now as i stated before it had turned out to be quite a battle..the Gods and mortals battled on...and once again Evil seemed to take the upper hand...Soon as the King of Theives had slain Rocet, Innoruuk drained his lifeforce..killing his ally to replenish his strength. He trully is an evil little weasel methinks...and although at this point i had been a mere spectator i felt the time for action was upon us. I quitely sat down and began to meditate while the battle raged on. All around me i heard the sound of weapons clanging and flesh being torn..and the occasional dishonorable cry of pain as fallen warriors hit the ground. I stood up furious...consumed by the hate which Innoruuk was feeding off of on the battle feild. But i gathered me wits...after all i am a Gnome hehe. I focused all my energy on Innoruuk and with what almost killed me sent a surge of magic at him...which lowered his naturall magical resists. He screamed in pain and confusion...looked around, and his eyes found me. I must say i was a tad bit frightened...i may be a Gnome but i can still die. With what was left of my powers i sent a bolt of energy at him which knocked him off his feet! That Mr. Marr fellow swung his mighty sword down and lobbed off Innoruuk's head...Then he picked up Rocet's fallen corpse and as quickly as he had appeared away he vanished. The Inkies were terrified...but still they fought on. Luckily for everyone else there...i took out at least half of the unclean heathens. And i was quite the Hero. Everyone cheered my name and boosted me on their shoulders and really made much more of a fuss then i deserved...granted i single handedly defeated Innoruuk and destroyed his army of Inkies, but it was nothing no other good Gnome would have done ya know. The fine guild which had battled so bravely..known as Scarab...promptly invited me to join their ranks.....That's my story and i'm sticking to it =)

Biggle's lil' Story-Conclusion:
Reports have it that on the day of this great battle Biggle was quietly resting at home, and he in fact met Scarab one day while attempting to pick LauChann's pockets. To this day he denies such accusations as "hogwash".