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Hmmbe Uhm
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« on: June 20, 2006, 05:07:23 AM »

Hmmbe's history was getting quite lengthy and I was already on my 10th page so I tried to sum it up quickly.  I will probably request this back to the boards in a few months to extend it, however I can't wait to get to post so my impatience got the better of me.  I hope everyone likes it.


Name:  Hmmbe Uhm

Gender: Male

Age: 10

Race:  Mullog Swampdweller

Tribe: N/A

Occupation:  Showing off his cuteness to others to get free “gifts.”

Title: Wily Wayfarer

Height: 2 fores

Weight: 3 hebs, 1 hafheb

Hair:  A transparent layer cinnabrown fuzz that reveals his shiny crown beneath.

Eyes:  Large, soft ablemirene brown pools in whose depths one seems to get lost.

Appearance:  

Despite his “impish” appearance, and disproportional body, Hmmbe Uhm is an adorable young boy.  Because of his age, as well as his heritage, Hmmbe is very small in stature, standing at approximately two fores and weighing a bit over 3 hebs.  The majority of the young boy’s weight comes from his enormous head.  From a distance the boy appears to be bald, however upon closer inspection one will find that a thin layer of brown fuzz covers the boy’s shining crown.  Seated below his brow are two enormous eyes which take up the majority of his face.  Despite their enormous size, his eyes are often what cause people to find him adorable.  They are often described as large, warm brown pools in which one’s troubles seem to melt away.  Thin green veins, which are commonly overlooked because of their size, web across the back and sides of his eyes.  Seated beneath his eyes is a small, angular nose, dwarfed in comparison.  Thin brown lips stretch from ear to ear in a constant grin, showing his pointed teeth, often described as “adorable little fangs.”  Hmmbe’s complexion seems to be an indescribable mix of brown and dark green, sullied by his constant dirtiness, leading to a very faint brown color.  A thin neck arches from his neck to the back of his hair line, completely shrouded by his enormous cranium.  Despite his petite and slender frame, he is surprisingly muscular for a boy of his age.  These chiseled muscles, though they are not enough to match even the weakest adult “Big Person,” stretch across his back and down his lanky limbs.  His arms appear to be to large for his body, resting at approximately his knees and are about the length of his legs.  Upon the tips of his long, bony fingers and toes are razor-sharp nails, that he often cuts short to prevent accidents.

Clothing:

Hmmbe’s clothing of choice is not always considered to be decent by his various “mothers,” leading him to have a magnificently large wardrobe for someone so poor.  If allowed, the young Mullog would wear a small gunny sack, made of heme green fabric, with holes gut in to emit his lanky limbs and his over-sized head.  Not only does this sparse apparel make Hmmbe feel like he belongs on the streets, it allows for supple movement when performing feats of great dexterity or attempting at petty thieving.

His other clothing, kept in his various households, ranges anywhere from a stained cyhalloian snow shirt with eohpran brown breeches to the regal attire of a tunic of injohue with teki red stripes to matching breeches of teki red.  Seeing as he finds all of these outfits to be constricting, it is often a struggle for his various caretakers to force him out of his gunny sack and into more acceptable attire.

Personality:

Adventurous and carefree are the two outstanding traits of Hmmbe’s personality.  Despite his young age, the boy is always looking to explore new frontiers and is never satisfied with what he has.  Often these new adventures result in him getting in trouble with the local magistrate for doing unlawful things such as stealing or disturbing the peace.  Though he is frequently saved from these encounters with justice by extorting random women to beg on his behalf, he seems to enjoy being in trouble as much as a sweet candy.  This ability to avoid less than favorable encounters has made the lad carefree.  He knows that whenever he wishes for something, he can easily get it by manipulating others with his charming appearance.  His various “mothers” have also added to his carefree view of life.  Unlike other street children, Hmmbe has numerous homes in which he knows he can escape dangers, receive a warm meal, and have a warm bed for the night.  

Yet hidden beneath this Mullog’s joyful appearance in the depths of his heart is a darker side, one that is rarely felt and in his entire life, has only been expressed once.  This darker side is fueled by his ambitions and passions and forces him want to do regretful things.  Hmmbe seems to be afraid of his darker side, crying himself to sleep on dark nights when he remembers the treacherous deeds he has accomplished.  While this darker side could not be considered to be a rage in which he gains immense strength as found in many warriors, it makes his darkest desires, such as eliminating enemies and competitors, seem necessary.

Strengths:

-Poison Resistance:  All Mullogs seem to have an innate resistance to most all plant-based poisons and venoms.  Hmmbe has inherited this trait from his ancestors.

-Appearance:  Despite the fact his entire body seems to be disproportionate he is often considered to be adorable and he knows it.  He often utilizes this strength to get what he wants and receive “free gifts.”

-Agility:  Because of his ancestors years within the Silvermarshes, their bodies became agile and adapted to moving around through the bogs.  Hmmbe utilizes this characteristic in his everyday life, escaping cut throats and surviving on the streets.

Weaknesses:

-Age:  Hmmbe is very young and, despite his violent protests is not able to survive by himself on the streets.  He needs Someone to take care of him and provide for him.

-Size:  The term “pocket sized” aptly describes Hmmbe.  Despite his strength he is easily overpowered by almost any “Big Person.”

-Arrogance:  The young Mollog is exceedingly arrogant, refusing to admit his dependence upon others.  He is also convinced he can take care of himself completely, though in reality he would be dead if it was not for the help of others.  

-Desire to be a thief:  Though he only participates in petty thieving, Hmmbe has desired to be a thief ever since he entered a city for the first time.  Despite his agility, the young Mollog is horrible at this occupation and gets caught almost every time he steals something, often landing him in jail and in less than favorable company.

History:

The river of time flows, and ages come to pass, leaving memories of great waves within the ocean of life.  This is not the story of a great wave of a great hero or battle that shaped the world for ever.  No, ‘tis the story of a tiny leaf, caught up in the raging torrents of life as they push him along unable to resist the crashing waterfalls, the devastating tsunamis and even the smallest ripples.  Despite the sharp rocks and hanging branches encountered already, the leaf’s journey has just begun and he has a long way until he reaches the end of the raging river and eternal peace...

As Hmmbe approached the age of five, his mother and sister’s constant vigil upon him slackened and he was given more time to spend time with other young Mullogs from his family unit, as well as doing things for himself.  Now, like many other young ones, Hmmbe’s desires were the most frivolous things, most of which put himself in serious danger.  Of all these wishes, the one he clung onto most passionately was the desire to explore the mysterious outer reaches of the Silvermarshes.

Everyday, as soon as he could slip away from his overprotective family, the young lad set out to explore the edges of his family’s territory, venturing further away from home with each passing day. His travels took him, through the outskirts of the Wetholm, over a large road and up to the outskirts of the Thaelon Forest.  The giant trees towered over the tiny Mullog, a portal of wood, stretching up to the home of the ancestors.  A wall of herbs and vegetation, approximately the same size as the Mullog bordered the edge of the forest, sinking into its depths before disappearing from sight.  The forest seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, no matter how far he walked.  The young Mollog, filled with the natural courage that seems to fill all children of that age, entered through the massive portal of wood undaunted into the shadowy depths of the forest.

Humming to himself as he skipped down the twisted path into the depths of the dark forest, fear started to creep over the previously undaunted little young one.  His big eyes widened as he stumbled through the now darkened forest, tripping over overturned stones and twisting roots.  Fear turned to tears as the young Mullog heard a wolf howl in the distance and he realized he had no idea where he was.  Now running though the forest, the small boy tripped over jagged outcrop and fell to the ground, scraping both knees and palms.  Curling up into a ball, the little Mollog cried himself to sleep, wailing out for his parents and family.

The first rays of Injera darted through the canopy of trees above the young Mullog, waking him from his fitful sleep.  The warm rays of the early morning fell upon the boy as he rose sluggishly, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to focus them.   A deep rumbling in his stomach reminded Hmmbe of his peril.  Whimpering, the boy rose, brushing sediment off of his shoulder.  In shock the young boy stared at his palms and knees.  The scrapes from the night before seemed to have disappear.  Unsure of which way he had come, the Mullog set off in the direction of the warm lights the darted through the canopy, making up a game as he went.  Only stepping on lighted areas, he picked his way through the forest, a smile on his face as he amused himself with his new game.  The warm atmosphere seemed to lift the ominous mood as he danced from the patches of light and soon he forgot all the troubles of the previous night.

The little boy was so absorbed in his fun that he did not see the large person making his way through the edge of the forest ahead of him.  Squashing his tiny nose onto the man’s thigh as he made impact, the child looked up.  The man seemed to reach up as high as the wooden things that made up the forest.  “What is that?” the boy thought to himself, “Mommy says that only the ancestor’s can reach up to the heavens and come back down.  He must be a dead person! Golly!  Imagine the stories I can tell when I get home.  I wonder what clan he is from?”

Now enthralled by his new adventure, Hmmbe tugged hesitantly at the ancestor’s pant leg, his mouth running a stral a minute.  “’Scuse me Mista ‘nancesta sah, but what’s it like up there?  I heared that it’s really big.  What shamans do you talk to?  DO you know who I am?  Wa’ family are you from?  Can you help me ge’ home?  Were you…”  The overzealous boy was silenced as a large linen bag descended over his head, scooping him up.  Quickly, the man, whom the boy had mistaken for an ancestor, tied the bag shut, trapping the boy in darkness once more.  Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, despite the Mullog’s squirming and screaming, he set out in the direction from which he had come, humming a tune to drown out the child’s desperate pleas as he strolled out of the forest northward, taking him in the direction of the city of Nyermersys.

The journey to Nyermersys was not a pleasant one for the baby Mullog.  Hours of seemingly endless boredom flowed together with stiff joints and dull aches from being cooped up all day to create a relitavely uneventful travel.  Despite his enormous eyes the boy was still able to peep through the minute holes in the gunny sack to view the world beyond.  Hmmbe's captor managed to avoid almost any human contact throughout the entire journey, staying away from towns and cities.  Twice the little boy tried to escape from his captor, clawing his way through the sack that made his prison.  Each time, as he made his mad dash towards freedom, the man easily outran him, forcing him into another sack.

Nights were slightly more favorable for the prisoner.  Every day after his abductor made camp, he was removed from his sack and bound, usually to a tree where he spent the warm summers evenings while the man slept on a straw pallet that he had brought for himself.  Despite the fact he was ravenous the man insisted on forcefeeding Hmmbe small chunks of smoked meat and a small canteen with water making sure to stay away from his clawed fingers and toes, wincing in remembrance of the scratches recieved each time the boy had run away.

Upon entering Nyermersys with his newly acquired parcel the man from the forest headed to the back allies of the city.  Walking down one of the filthy streets, the man stopped in front of a small shack.  Taking out a small key to unlock the thick wooden door, he slipped into the house, depositing the sack containing the Mullog upon the floor, still tied up in his sack.  Fumbling through the closets, the man grabbed a single strip of dried meat.  Opening the sack cautiously to prevent his prey from escaping, the man dropped the meat down to the boy.  “Eat up,” he cackled, tying the sack closed above Hmmbe once more, “They always like ‘em fatter over at Bardoth’s an’ you’re a bit on da scrawny side…”

The man’s rambling was cut short by a knock at the door.  Bustling to tidy up the room before answering the door, the man picked up the sack and placed it upon a crude table in the middle of the room.  Running over to the door, the man paused, regaining his composure before opening it to reveal a short fat man.

“Ah Bordoth so nice to see you if you would just come over this way...”  The man was cut off once again by a quick jab in the stomach from Bordoth.  Leaving the man to regain his breath, Bordoth made his way over to the sack containing the Mullog.  Opening the bag carefully, Bordoth picked up the boy by the scruff of his neck and set him on the table.  Hmmbe, face red and blotchy from crying, looked up at the fat man with his big brown eyes.  Looking about anxiously, the Mullog tried to run for the door, but before he could even get off the table, he was slapped across the face by Bordoth.  Determined not to cry, Hmmbe sat on the table waiting as Bordoth prodded him.

“He needs a little fattening. all the human kids are bigger,” Bordoth said to the man, still gasping on the ground, “though his muscles will be quite nice for his new master.  Bring him to the next slave auction.”  The fat man, unable to speak nodded silently, closing the door behind Bordoth as the fat man excused himself.  He put Hmmbe back into the sack, before departing himself.

Hmmbe did not know what a “slave auction” was, but he was determined not to stay in the presence of the big mean men who hit him.  Sitting up in his sack a plan formulated in the young boy’s mind.  Using his sharp fangs and claws, the Mullog gnawed a hole in the sack and slipped out.  Lowering himself down from the table, Hmmbe looked for a way to escape from the house.  Making his way over to the door, he pushed a small foot stool under the knob.  Climbing onto the stool, he grasped the knob with both hands and twisted until he heard a soft click and the door swung outward.  Jumping off his stool and out the door, he ran down the street.  He was finally free!

Dancing with joy inside at his freedom, the child frolicked down the street and out of the alley into the bustle of the Merchant’s Village.  Hmmbe, with his newfound knowledge that not all big people were ancestors, walked through the city undaunted by the thousands of people streaming around him.  Weaving through the legs of the busy merchants and dodging the plodding hooves of horses passing by, fear once again crept into the child as he made his way towards the Townhall.  The boy stared wide-eyed at the magnificent structures of the city towering higher than even the big people.  All around him, the day progressed as merchants and farmers set up their stalls and peddled their goods.  Now overwhelmed the enormousness of the city, Hmmbe made his way out of the town square and into the stable to escape the bustle.  As he crawled through the wooden fence surrounding the stable building the smell of fresh poo greeted him.  Gagging uncontrollably, the boy climbed onto a large wooden structure to sit down.  The structure fascinated his quizzical mind.  Four circular pieces of wood with straight wood in between were mounted to the large flat pieces of wood that made a box like structure.  As the smelly animal (a horse) attached to the front of the machine moved forward, the circular pieces of wood moved as well, dragging the box along.

After unraveling the mystery of the wooden box, Hmmbe decided to explore its contents.  Inside he found bushels of yellow stuff that resembled the foliage found back home in the Silvermarshes.  Despite the initially itchiness of sitting in it, the yellow stuff was very comfortable and the tired boy found himself nodding off, completely covered by the loose contents in the box.

Hmmbe woke to the soft plodding of feet on the dirt road.  The box in which he had been sitting swayed and jolted as it trudged slowly forward.  Piled all around him were blocks of the yellow stuff, stacked atop each other.  The stars shone overhead in they sky, stretching in both directions endlessly.  Standing on his tip-toes, the Mullog peeked over the bushels of itchy stuff to see where he was.  Ahead of him, a lone big-person sat in a seat behind the smelly animal, driving it forward with what appeared to be some type of fishing pole. (whip)  Turning around quickly, the boy searched the horizon for any signs of the city.  Easing back into the hay, the boy puzzled over where his new adventure would take him with worry etched all over his face.

Days of being jostled around in the wagon seemed to blend together as a constant stream of endless boredom for the small boy.  After coming over his initial fear of traveling once more into the unknown, the realized that it would carry him away from the evil men.  With this knowledge to reassure him, Hmmbe set about looking for some way to enjoy himself within the wooden box without giving away his presence to the big person in the front, but it did not take long for him to realize there was little to do, leaving him to sit and pout in his corner as he waited impatiently.

It was night when the wagon approached the outskirts of a large city.  Hmmbe, who had been asleep, was awakened by the sound of two big people talking.  Peeping his enormous head over the side of the wagon to get a better view, he saw the driver and another big person dressed in shiny clothes the color of the moon deep in a conversation.  Towering above them were enormous sheets of stone stretching out in both directions.  On top, Hmmbe could just barely make out tiny figures pacing back and forth in the same shiny clothing as the big person by the wagon.  Hanging from an opening in the massive blockade of rock was a small sign with weird simple carved onto its surface.  The first of these symbols was what appeared to be the shape of birds flying away into the distance with their wing raised, the second a circle, the third a person sitting with their legs stretched out in front of them, the fourth a stick with a circle attached to the bottom left side, the fifth the first symbol upside down with a tiny little stick connecting the two sides, and the last a stick, standing straight up with a circle attached to the upper right hand side, propped up by another diagonal stick. (spells out Voldar)  The boy, so intent on puzzling out the meaning of the symbols did not notice the big man climb back into the wagon and hit the horse with the fishing pole, pulling the big box into the confines of the stone wall.

As the box rolled through the streets of the city, Hmmbe stared wide-eyed at the ancient beauty of the city, no longer caring if he was seen.  All around him stone spires and buildings towered into the sky, ladders for the ancestors down to earth.  Hundreds of big people scurried around the stone streets of the city, flooding them as they went about their daily tasks.  The box slowly waded through the crowd of people deeper and deeper into the heart of the city.  The young boy’s eye caught one of the most majestic buildings he had ever seen, nestled in between the bunches of spires, a temple adorned with golden circles.

Eventually the wagon made its way into the market place.  Pulling himself over the side of the box, Hmmbe slipped out as it came to a halt, leaving the big man and his smelly animal behind to view the grand sights.  In the marketplace a single statue caught the boy’s eye, radiating beauty far greater than any of the sights he had already seen.  Darting through the legs of the big people to reach the beautiful white statue, the Mullog began to inspect it as he drew closer.  It appeared to be a larger-than life big person girl, frozen in what appeared to be some type of dance, though it was none he had ever seen before.

As the day slowly trickled by, the boy made his way around the city, letting himself be pushed by the giant crowds of big people to various attractions.  However, as night approached the Mullog found himself outside of an inn, his stomach grumbling with hunger.  Warm light and joyous sounds streamed through the open windows off the inn, accompanied by the delicious smells of fresh food.  Remembering that he had not eaten since the strip of meat at the man’s house, the boy stepped into the inn in hope of a good meal.

The inn was a rather bland structure made only of wood with little decoration.  Serving maids hurried from the kitchen to the tables serving food to the anxious customers.  A plump, motherly looking woman holding a frying pan in one hand directed the girls around with stern commands while warmly greeting all her patients.  Stumbling across the wooden floor, Hmmbe made his way over to the plump woman, whom he assumed was in charge of the inn.  Putting on his best puppy dog face-one that he had used many times on his sisters back home- he tugged her skirt lightly gesturing to the food being carried by the serving maids.

“Ho little one.  What is an adorable little thing like you doing wandering the streets alone at night?” she asked in a gruff voice.  Picking the small boy up and setting him on the table she continued, “Well you sure are a scrawny little thing.  We shall have to fatten you up some. No?”  Turning her back to the Mullog she grabbed one of the serving girls by the wrist, dragging her away from one of the tables.  “Kitty, I wan you to tell Cooky to whip up some Petitioners an’ some Doch Nuts, ya hear?

The skinny barmaid curtsied slightly to the fat woman before hurrying off to the back of the room.  Moments later she appeared with a tray brimming with food.  Looking at the husky woman catiously, she gently set the tray down in front of the starving boy who literally dove into the food, devouring it in a blink of an eye.  A look of satisfaction crossed the innkeeper’s face as Hmmbe ate, shooing out Kitty for more food when it became evident the small boy was still finished.

By the time Hmmbe had finished, his small stomach had grown so large and so rotund that it was almost as big as his head.  Slipping down from the tabletop onto the floor, he gave the innkeeper and Kitty each a hug as payment for the meal before making for the door.  As he approached the exit, he found his way barred by the fat woman, whose name he had learned was Bertha.

“Ho, Mista,” she said, her raspy voice stern with mock anger, “you think you can just walk out on us?  Oh no you have to stay here now.”  Scooping up the small boy in her enormous arms, she tickled his rotund stomach, sending him squirming and squealing with glee.  “Kitty, bring him upstairs and give him a quick wash.  I want you to put him in the second room on the right.  Oh and do something about that disgusting sack he is wearing.  I think some of Kile’s old clothing is still in the dresser on the third floor.”

Awkwardly picking up the Mollog, Kitty responded in her delicate soprano, “Mistress, surely you can not want to put him in there, it is the second largest room we have!  Besides, you already reserved it for that rich dwarf that stopped by this morning and..”

A quick slap to the face with a meaty hand silenced the frail barmaid.  Wagging a single porky finger in front of herself for emphasis, Bertha chased the smaller woman to the bottom up the steps into the bathroom, running off a stream of threats until she was satisfied that her wishes would be carried out.  Turning, a smile on her face, the woman proceeded back down the stairs, warm memories of her own dead son filling her pudgy head.

Meanwhile, up in bath, Kitty was struggling to control the hyper little boy.  Hmmbe, who had never seen such a large quantity of clean water in his entire life was standing in awe in front of the tub, refusing to enter for fear of mucking up the crystal clear water.  The scrawny barmaid tried without success to lift the Mullog into the tub, only to find herself being beaten by tiny fists in protest.  Discouraged, the woman gave up, stomping up the stairs with a huff to get tiny clothes to fit the lad’s body.  Returning with a white shirt, brown breeches, and a rag, the woman strove once again to clean the begrimed youngster.  Removing his tiny gunny sack, she threw it to the side, disgusted by the scent.  Holding his lanky arm tightly in her grasp, she set about scrubbing him with the dampened cloth despite his efforts to escape.  Then, with great effort, she managed to restrain him for long enough to slip on the outfit.  Picking him up, she brought him down stairs for a quick inspection from Bertha before bed.

The small boy made his way awkwardly down the stairs, prodded by Kitty from behind, and over to Bertha.  The faint traces of the lilac-scented soap and the itchy fabric irked the normally dirty Mullog beyond belief.  Irritably he clawed at the shirt and pants as Bertha inspected him, in hushed tones with a disheveled Kitty.  Appearing satisfied, the pudgy woman hustled him up the stairs and into bed.  Tucking in the squirming boy, the blew out the candles, placing a quick kiss upon his enormous brow before departing out the door and back to the common room.

Hours later, after everyone had gone to sleep and the stars had risen, a eerie groan echoed through the halls as the second door on the right opened to reveal a small figure.  The starlight streaming through the windows cast shadows across his enormous head, hiding it from view.  Creeping down the hall as not to make any noise, the small figure disappeared from sight into the wash room.  Moments later, the figure emerged once more, a small sack clenched in his right hand.  He tip-toed back to his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

From that day forth, the little Mullog, now realizing the powers of his cuteness, extorted others right and left.  The number of his homes and his “parents” are practically uncountable.  Voldar became his kingdom, his toy.  Stories tell of great monsters being vanquished by amazing heros, yet for this helpless little leaf, all the world’s a play thing and even the mighty are just his dolls.

Weapons:

Piercing fangs and tearing nails are his main weapons should the need ever arouse to defend himself.  He also carries a single, tiny knife, though he is more likely to stab himself than his opponent.  All that he has mastered with it is how to flourish it elegantly to show off to others.

Belongings:
1 knife
1 gunny sack

Edited by: Hmmbe Uhm at: 9/5/06 2:52
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« Reply #1 on: June 20, 2006, 06:14:23 AM »

Yeah! No elf, no human, no crossbreed, did we ever have such a person! :clap

"adorable little fangs" I like this! :D  

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« Reply #2 on: June 20, 2006, 05:18:23 AM »

Thank you Lady Talia.  I am glad that my character 'tickles your fancy.'  Your pleasure means a lot to me and inspires me to keep on writing.

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« Reply #3 on: June 21, 2006, 01:19:23 AM »

Do Mullogs enter (human) cities? I read the Mullog entry several times when theo reworked it and I had the impression, that they stay where they are - mostly. And I never thought they may have elaborate clothing. But - I might not recall the whole entry.Or your history enlightens me :)  

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« Reply #4 on: June 21, 2006, 01:25:23 AM »

I believe that my history shall be able to work out the kinks in the character such as the one you currently mention.  A basic overview though, just to enlighten you and all other readers, when he is approximately three years of age, he, like all young children decides to wander off.  He wanders into the nearby forest(I forget what it is called) and meets a big person who scoops him up in a sack and carries him to a big city.  The big person plans to sell him off on the Blackmarket as a slave seeing as open slave trade is not allowed.(to teh best of my knowledge from what I have read) The little Mullog claws free of the linen sack that the man keeps him in and escapes into the city.  He sneaks onto a wagon filled with hay and falls asleep, when he wakes up the wagon is moving and he finds himself with in sight of a big city.  There he joins a local gang, kills a boy, and meets all of his various "mothers" on of whom is a noble woman whom gives him the extensive clothes.  These women pick him up because of his adorable appearance and his charming attitude and unofficially semi-adopt him.

Does this make sense or should I edit some parts accordingly?

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« Reply #5 on: January 01, 1970, 09:00:00 AM »

Sounds interesting and I am most intrigued as a good deal of creativity is shown. In all my years here, I do not believe I have ever seen anyone play a mullog! This is wonderful

P.S. - though I might have and don't remember it. Hard to remember stuff like that over long spans of time


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« Reply #6 on: June 22, 2006, 11:14:23 AM »

Thank you for your praises they mean alot to me.  I can't believe no one has made a Mullog.  They are so adorable. *pinches Hmmbe's cheek*  I was wondering if anyone has critisims however as I seek to improve this CD from its current meagerness.  I shall probably finish it either tonight or tommorow morning.  I was really hoping for a speedy approval, however seeing some of the waits on other CDs which are far better than my own, I see that it shall take much longer than I had hoped.  For the next month I shall only be able to dart in at random occasions because my family shall be vacationing.  I beg your pardon if it takes long for me to integrate comments for it was not my intention.

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« Reply #7 on: June 22, 2006, 06:35:23 PM »

I went over the history you have so far. Nicely written, but needs some adjustments.

History:

The river of time flows, and ages come to pass, leaving memories of great waves within the ocean of life. This is not the story of a great wave of a great hero or battle that shaped the world for ever. No, ‘tis the story of a tiny leaf, caught up in the raging torrents of life as they push him along unable to resist the crashing waterfalls, the devastating tsunamis and even the smallest ripples. Despite the sharp rocks and hanging branches encountered already, the leaf’s journey has just begun and he has a long way until he reaches the end of the raging river and eternal peace...

As Hmmbe approached the age of five, his mother and sister’s constant vigil upon him slackened and he was given more time to spend time with other young Mullogs from his family unit, as well as doing things for himself. Now, like many other young ones, Hmmbe’s desires were the most frivolous things, most of which put himself in serious danger. Of all these wishes, the one he clung onto most passionately was the desire to explore the mysterious outer reaches of the Silvermarshes.

Everyday, as soon as he could slip away from his overprotective family, the young lad set out to explore the edges of his family’s territory, venturing further away from home with each passing day. His travels took him over the Galum River, through the Wetholm, past the Watermedows and up to the outskirts of the Thaelon Forest. The giant trees towered over the tiny Mullog, a wall of wood, stretching up to the home of the ancestors. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly in both directions, no matter how far he walked. The young Mollog, filled with the natural courage that seems to fill all children of that age, entered through the massive portal of wood undaunted into the shadowy depths of the forest.

I doubt, that even an adventurous mullog boy wanderers this far on his dayly expeditions. Between Chondra and Marcogg the distance is roughly 200 strals, so if you measure the distance from the Gemmed Curtain to the edge of the forest you get about 50 strals. So if you want to have him venture into the Thaelon, then he needs to live fairly south. Keep in mind, that there is a road as well he has to cross (map!) which might be frequented. I doubt he could come to the water meadows, nor would he go to the YealmFens (well, maybe he would).

Humming to himself as he skipped down the twisted path into the depths of the dark forest, fear started to creep over the previously undaunted little young one. His big eyes widened as he stumbled through the now darkened forest, tripping over overturned stones and twisting roots. Fear turned to tears as the young Mullog heard a wolf howl in the distance and he realized he had no idea where he was. Now running though the forest, the small boy tripped over jagged outcrop and fell to the ground, scraping both knees and palms. Curling up into a ball, the little Mollog cried himself to sleep, wailing out for his parents and family

The first rays of Injera darted through the canopy of trees above the young Mullog, waking him from his fitful sleep. The warm rays of the early morning fell upon the boy as he rose sluggishly, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to focus them. A deep rumbling in his stomach reminded Hmmbe of his peril. Whimpering, the boy rose, brushing sediment off of his shoulder. Unsure of which way he had come, the Mullog set off in the direction of the warm lights the darted through the canopy, making up a game as he went. Only stepping on lighted areas, he picked his way through the forest, a smile on his face as he amused himself with his new game.

The little boy was so absorbed in his fun that he did not see the large person making his way through the forest ahead of him. Squashing his tiny nose onto the man’s thigh as he made impact, the child looked up. The man seemed to reach up as high as the wooden things that made up the forest. “What is that?” the boy thought to himself, “Mommy says that only the ancestor’s can reach up to the heavens and come back down. He must be a dead person! Golly! Imagine the stories I can tell when I get home. I wonder what clan he is from?”

Now enthralled by his new adventure, Hmmbe tugged hesitantly at the ancestor’s pant leg, his mouth running a stral a minute. “’Scuse me Mista ‘nancesta sah, but what’s it like up there? I heared that it’s really big. What shamans do you talk to? Do you know who I am? Wa’ family are you from? Can you help me ge’ home? Were you…” The overzealous boy was silenced as a large linen bag descended over his head, scooping him up. Quickly, the man, whom the boy had mistaken for an ancestor, tied the bag shut, trapping the boy in darkness once more. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, despite the Mullog’s squirming and screaming, he set out in the direction from which he had come, humming a tune to drown out the child’s desperate pleas as he strolled out of the forest and into the nearby city of Nyermersys.

LOL,again, nyermersis is not this near, but easily 200 strals away

Upon entering Nyermersys with his newly acquired parcel the man from the forest headed to the back allies of the city. Walking down one of the filthy streets, the man stopped in front of a small shack. Taking out a small key to unlock the thick wooden door, he slipped into the house, depositing the sack containing the Mullog upon the floor, still tied up in his sack. Fumbling through the closets, the man grabbed a single strip of dried meat. Opening the sack cautiously to prevent his prey from escaping, the man dropped the meat down to the boy. “Eat up,” he cackled, tying the sack closed above Hmmbe once more, “They always like ‘em fatter over at Bardoth’s Inn an’ you’re a bit on da scrawny side…”

The man’s rambling was cut short by a knock at the door. Bustling to tidy up the room before answering the door, the man picked up the sack and placed it upon a crude table in the middle of the room. Running over to the door, the man paused, regaining his composure before opening it to reveal a short fat man.

“Ah Bordoth so nice to see you if you would just come over this way...” The man was cut off once again by a quick jab in the stomach from Bordoth. Leaving the man to regain his breath, Bordoth made his way over to the sack containing the Mullog. Opening the bag carefully, Bordoth picked up the boy by the scruff of his neck and set him on the table. Hmmbe, face red and blotchy from crying, looked up at the fat man with his big brown eyes. Looking about anxiously, the Mullog tried to run for the door, but before he could even get off the table, he was slapped across the face by Bordoth. Determined not to cry, Hmmbe sat on the table waiting as Bordoth prodded him.

“He needs a little fattening,” Bordoth said to the man, still gasping on the ground, “though his muscles will be quite nice for his new master. Bring him to the next slave auction.” The fat man, unable to speak nodded silently, closing the door behind Bordoth as the fat man excused himself. He put Hmmbe back into the sack, before departing himself.

You hint, that Hmmbe is not the first Mullog kid caught - I doubt this, for they are living very reclusive and not many of the other races enter the swamps. Why should they look out for Mullogs anyway? There is no slavery in Santharia , and human kids are much more easier to get. if that man wanted him for a special reason, you need to mention it. But obviously he stumbled only over Hmmbe and was not really looking for one in the Thaelon. You should mention as well, that it was on the very border, for no one really enters the Thaelon out of free will, for the strange mysteries surrounding it.

Hmmbe did not know what a “slave auction” was, but he was determined not to stay in the presence of the big mean men who hit him. Sitting up in his sack a plan formulated in the young boy’s mind. Using his sharp fangs and claws, the Mullog gnawed a hole in the sack and slipped out. Lowering himself down from the table, Hmmbe looked for a way to escape from the house. Making his way over to the door, he pushed a small foot stool under the knob. Climbing onto the stool, he grasped the knob with both hands and twisted until he heard a soft click and the door swung outward. Jumping off his stool and out the door, he ran down the street. He was finally free!

Dancing with joy inside at his freedom, the child frolicked down the street and out of the alley into the bustle of the Merchant’s Village. Hmmbe, with his newfound knowledge that not all big people were ancestors, walked through the city undaunted by the thousands of people streaming around him. Weaving through the legs of the busy merchants and dodging the plodding hooves of horses passing by, the child made his way into the square, just outside the Townhall. The boy stared wide-eyed at the magnificent structures of the city towering higher than even the big people. All around him, the day progressed as merchants and farmers set up their stalls and peddled their goods. Now overwhelmed by  the enormousness of the city, Hmmbe made his way out of the town square and into the stable. As he crawled through the wooden fence surrounding the stable building the smell of fresh poo greeted him. Gagging uncontrollably, the boy climbed onto a large wooden structure to sit down. The structure fascinated his quizzical mind. Four circular pieces of wood with straight wood in between were mounted to the large flat pieces of wood that made a box like structure. As the smelly animal (a horse) attached to the front of the machine moved forward, the circular pieces of wood moved as well, dragging the box along.

Hmmm, don‘t you think,it is a bit unbelievable, if  a young boy, may he be as adventurous and brave as Hmmbe just walks along a road  full of huge people - something he not even could have imagined before - and that after he found his freedom from being held in a sack? I would think he is looking for a cover first and hides and tries to observe the totally strange world from a safe place (which could be the cart)

I assume, there is more history comming?


Weapons:

Piercing fangs and tearing nails are his main weapons should the need ever arouse to defend himself. He also carries a single, tiny knife, though he is more likely to stab himself than his opponent. All that he has mastered with it is how to flourish it elegantly to show off to others.

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« Reply #8 on: June 22, 2006, 11:19:23 PM »

Thank you Lady Talia and Kalina.  I shall set about working on your comments. *scurries off to make the appropriate edits*

I shall change the parts about the distances as I am not really good with things of these sorts and I trust your judegement much better than my own.

Upon re-reading your comment about frequently captured Mullogs, I see what you mean and I wish to tell you that was not originally my intent.  he was comparing him to human boys in general.  Also, I have discussed the subject of slave trade with one of the mods in the city of Nyermersys and he says that it would make sense for slave trade to occur within the Blackmarket.

Finally, I believe you are right here as well regarding his fear of the big people.  I shall attempt to edit it so that it appears that he runs out of the Market for fear of the numerous big people.

Edit:  I have edited everything according to your comments as well as add a few more sections.

Edited by: Hmmbe Uhm at: 6/22/06 16:56
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« Reply #9 on: June 23, 2006, 02:05:23 AM »

No, no slavery in Santharia, at least no officially tolerated one. There could however be something like today in our western countries as well, don't know the correct name (trafficking in human beings??), a black market as you said, where kids are just abducted and forced to do any nasty work. In middle ages not many would care anyway.  

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« Reply #10 on: June 23, 2006, 01:09:23 AM »

I am a bit confused.  Am I allowed to have him be captured for "human trafficking" on the black market even though officially it is illegal?

edit:  Ok.. Upon re-reading your comment I better understand what you were trying to say and shall answer it accordingly.  If you go into the Nyermersys forum, in the Black Market thread, one of the blackmarkets mentioned is Bordoth's Inn.  This is why I have Bordoth himself show up to check out Hmmbe as Hmmbe will be auctioned off on Bordoth's black market.

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« Reply #11 on: June 23, 2006, 06:58:23 PM »

I see, I very rarely visit the RPG towns out of lack of time. But you can use this guy of course. But generally what is written on the RPG board cannot be used as reference .

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« Reply #12 on: June 28, 2006, 07:26:23 AM »

Sorry, I just needed a reference so I thought the best place to look would be there.  I have finished writing the rest of the history, could you look at the rest.

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« Reply #13 on: June 30, 2006, 05:23:23 PM »

Hmmbe, coloring your edits helps us alot to look throuhg your submission again and to locate the parts which you have changed.
Kalina, we need to make a big "sign" somewhere telling all charwriters to do it!

Hmmbe, I saw you changed a bit of the distance your little fellow can travel, but have you read what is written about the Yealm Fens? I doubt, that he will venture there.
"His travels took him, through the Wetholm, though the Yealm Fens, over a large road and up to the outskirts of the Thaelon Forest."

Maybe describe, where his "home-village" is a bit better, for the Wetholms are not small either. I doubt, that such a little fellow wanders more than 10 strals (in diameter) away from his home.

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"Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, despite the Mullog’s squirming and screaming, he set out in the direction from which he had come, humming a tune to drown out the child’s desperate pleas as he strolled out of the forest and into the city of Nyermersys."

I told you as well, that Nyermersis is about 200 strals away from the Thaelon, so there is no way of just leaving the thaelon and strolling into Nyermersis. Please edit and colour!

Please look through my other comments as well again, in case you missed more! Thanks. :)

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Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 6/30/06 9:28
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« Reply #14 on: July 01, 2006, 05:06:23 AM »

Hmmbe, I want to see something convincing describing the journey between the Thaelon and Nyermersis. This takes you several days, what did he do with the boy during this time etc..

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Edited by: Talia Sturmwind  at: 6/30/06 21:07
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