Simply nymph

[Tsap]

Hullo there!

My name's Elen Urth, and though I have that ancient name, I guess I am among the newbies here.
I am a nymph, though I was a longish time on denial with that. Hearing all those tales they tell here about nymphs, how vain and empty-headed little things they are and how worthless in anything they try to accomplish, I could not but try to deny. Well, I accepted it, finally - and since then it has turned much easier for me.
Oh yes. I listened to all the stories they tell here, around the campfire and most of what they tell in other places, though I haven't seen them all, naturally. I listened good and long. Thus I know a good deal what people expect from a nymph. Vanity, empty-headed good-naturedness and beauty, mostly.
Vanity is the easy concept, though it took me some time to grasp it. Everybody was willing to tell me about it when I asked, so now I know that vanity should be my forte! Comes easy with my breed, I expect, so I decided to become very good with it, too!
Empty-headedness is not so difficult either, though it appears to involve forgetting some things I find very dear to me and even more those that other folks pursue. Oddly those who are said to really master the art of empty-headedness seem to be least able to describe it! Either they are jealous about their art or just too modest to boast about their skills with it. I still think I can manage. Some folks talk about "Bimboes" when they speak of the masters, or mistresses, rather, of the art! Perhaps I'll be among the true Bimboes or Bimbettes when I really try hard enough, one day.
Good-naturedness should not posses too much difficulty for me, I imagine. Most people tell me I am good to carry their posts and stuff, so I guess they are correct and I am good enough. Nature is ok, too, since I converse fluently with animals! When a bear, for example, tells me to watch for trolls behind the next bend, I most certainly listen! Not so good to listen to the birds, though they speak prettily. All their talk is boast and babble about their own nests, but they can warn me, too, in so many ways - and if I gather a good many of them twigs and weeds they so desire I seem to make them happy, so they are ok, too.
The wolf that comes to my summons helps me to understand the life of predator. He is a fine friend to have, since unlike with me there is not many things he seems to fear. He kills, I cure him after, so we get along fine.
Beauty is the concept I am most suspicious with. All folks seem to have different and very conflicting opinions about beauty! Though nymphs are expected to be the epitome of it, I am very insecure with the whole thing and despite spending hours and hours watching my face from the reflection in the pool there deep in the woods, I never learned much about my own beauty! In my own eyes I am just average at my best. To be frank, I fear i am just fat! At least there are some places where I am especially fat, but I can't really ask anyone about them, either. Once I tried to ask about my beauty. People started to look odd and I thought better to stop.
Well, they tell me nymphs live a long time, so I expect I'll learn and proficiency comes with practise, anyway. I'll collect stuff people and animals appreciate and listen to stories. If you see me, please do not stick those sharp things in me, since they hurt a good deal even in my fat areas. Instead tell me what you like and I try to find it, if I am lucky.

[Tsap]

Um, I'd like to add a few more things here and no intention to insult anyone, so please bear with me. (Tolerate some would say, but I am more familiar with bears, I guess)

I have now started questioning people about things that have been mysteries to me and I have learned many wonderful things.
Rosemary Tanglewine has been a great help, by the way, but a great many others taught me, too. Thanks to all of them - and here is what I have learned so far:

Herbs:
Take weeds and stuff them in a bottle or bag and you got herbs! Wow!

Potions:
Boil herbs in a kettle or bucket or something like that and (with a bit of luck, skill or both) you get potions. Potions help you survive better and if you got more than you need, there's a good chance some people would be interested to buy them.

Gold: Yellow metal some people give to you (and some not) for your potions and other stuff you find here and there. Surprising as it might seem at first, gold comes handy when you wish to buy something in turn. Odd thing in gold is that it seems to be as important to those who haven't got it as to those who have a lot! I am not too certain where that comes from, but I try to collect some more of it to understand this thing better.

Beauty: Can't quite pinpoint it yet, but I might have some! At least the Old Adventurer said I am beautiful when I asked. Well, he said same thing about the Gypsy Seamstress skirt, Mad Hettie's kitten as he was buying beer, the Camp's old cow and many other things, too, but that is ok with me. At least it is nice to know I am not much worse off than the cow and Mad Hettie's kitten! The seamstress told me that beauty is in the eye of a beholder. I need many more seasons to start seeking up those monsters, though.

Empty-headedness: Not much progress yet, but Rosemary told about a possible teacher! Hearing I was asking about bimboes, she immediately suggested I'd seek out Nana Fettian!
"She's proficient, I'd say! Any two short planks are as clever as her! Spent several years carrying Sundry Merchant's parcels, selling her herbs to the Seamstress - and never popped in to ask ME though she waddled past here every day! I heard she is now in Nulpton hunting Timber Wolves with bashing them over head with a guitar! There's a true bimbo if you ask me!" she chuckled, so I think I found me a professional. Oh! Nana's vain, too, Rosemary knew - so I must find her as soon as possible to learn everything she can teach me. I am getting an idea that it isn't exactly easy to be a nymph, after all. Wish me luck, I haven't even found a guitar yet, so it can get tough in a while.

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Ha! I did meet the noble tutor of bimbo-arts - and she was exactly as vapid as Rosemary had described, so I expect I'll make great progress!

There were a few misunderstandings of smaller kind, at first. Like many bards she happily sang - well unlike other bards she does it also to not stammer so much when she is happy or elated or something - when we met and I just happened to err on her rhyme with "pants" and "need of assist-ants".
"Well, here goes!" I thought and put a fire-ant in her pants.

I never seen anyone squirm out of painted-tight pants so fast - but she gladly admitted she had been kinda asking it, too, so no biggie!
We made friends, I guess, though she explained it is NOT necessary to take her words so seriously - especially if she would be practising the art of singing and a bit hazy with her lyrics.
Nana is a fine bard with great voice and a huge source of inspiration to all of us, I think. She giggles and jiggles a lot when we talk, so I am certain I'll learn a lot from her in no time.
She explained many things already, by the way! One of those was the guitar-thing. It's a high-magic one and actually takes the violence quite well, though it probably never was really meant for melé.
"I just noticed that it allows me to wear shield in other hand while I go whupping wolves..." she confessed and looked quite embarrassed with it.

"Why don't you use that Nulpton Sling I saw sticking out from your ruck-sack?" I inquired - and almost heard her little brain making that clinking-clanking sound at that point.
"Um...I never came to think of that - but what a great idea!" she gushed. "So you think I can use shield with a sling, too?" she checked.
"Why, I certainly imagine you can..." I replied with a bit awe. Nana was bigger, fatter, older and probably a lot stronger (well, not so much, as it turned out, but a good deal anyway) than me! She was quite proficient with song - but there was not much practical sense under her scalp, I realized.
"Well...I am a city-girl..." she meekly told me seeing my wide eyes.
"Wow! Tell me about cities!" I breathed and she sure did! It turned out she knew a world of those and the ways of their dwellers! Grateful as I was I repaid her with my own stories from the forest-life, bears, owls and boars and the Spirit Of The Forest - and it turned out she was a good and rapt listener.

I am not sure I'll wish to start so much bimboing, after all - but Nana still knows a lot about vanity and other nymph-things I must practise. Thus I expect I'll stay with her a while and see she doesn't meet a whole wolf-pack until she learns the use of her sling - and perhaps a little more about other wild-life too. She's not too well build for climbing (and even if she were there's not too many trees here to take her charms, I think!), so I'll try to show her at least how to read track and sign! Besides I never saw anyone combining honey with sausages, so I expect I'll learn many other vices from that cozy bimbo-gourmandess. Hopefully my tummy copes with that. Well, it'll swell, I expect, deducing from the grandiose flourish of charming Nana.

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"Hullo Rosemary!" I greeted the tiny lady-witch, as I once more entered her ancient dwelling in the cozy oak.
"You have put on weight!" she observed and continued: "So I guess you found that big bimbo and spent all these months with her. Rubs on you, to converse with humans, I notice!" she accused, but I saw she was not too serious with it.
"Um...yea, I guess." I said brightly and blushed. I had rehearsed that several weeks under Nana's tutelage and I think I did it quite well at the time.
"But she isn't that bad, really, when you get to know her..." I went on wishing to defend my big friend.
"No, if you happen to like big fat idiots, I guess." Rosemary sighed. "What did you bring to me?" she asked - and knowing she would not change her mind about Nana I showed her my little collection.
"Hm. Not bad for a newbie...especially for one that fools around with blockheads. Here's a thing or two I could use...so you went to Old Gnoma?" she said taking notice of those seaweeds I had proudly added to my collection. She didn't touch them, though - and I guessed it was because she suspected Nana had picked them up for me.
"Oh YES! And what a creepy place it was too! Only with Nana's..." I started, but was immediately silenced ny Rosemary.
"Hush, child! Don't wake up the gnome!" she warned me taking a significant glance at the corner where I now noticed a small bundle of bones under a rag, as i first thought. At closer look it turned out to be a living thing, after all. Just coiled down and obviously in deep slumber.
"She creeps in early in the morning, then leaves again in the dusk of the night. Very shy, hardly ever speaks...unlike some other creatures..." (she looked at me and grinned) "I think she hunts firebeetle-eggs." she added.
"And you let her stay..." I said noticing the little cushion under the gnome's small skull-like head. "How do you know it is a she, by the way?" I wondered.
"Oh! The age brings wisdom! A careful and observant mage like me learns finally to notice the smallest signs that are hidden from usual folks...and seeing her other form wearing SKIRTS helps, a good lot!" Rosemary chuckled.
"Wow! So she has other forms, too?" I almost screeched.
"Several, I believe, though she appears to favor that skeletal mage-appearance she is in now. Romantic little fool! Thinks it gives her scary powers over her enemies!" Rosemary grinned, but I saw the warmth of her smile and tender humor in her eyes as she spoke. Rosemary appreciated life in all forms...or almost all, as I had early noticed.
"Uh, Nana said that goblins are evil..." I started and retreated a bit from that little thing on the floor. I did not seriously fear that child-sized imitation of skeleton, so very innocently asleep as we spake of her, but I too appreciated life and never wished to disturb beings that were drawing life-force from their dreams.
"Nana said, Nana said! She knows NUTHING!" Rosemary snapped - but there was a glint of something in her face as she did that.
"There are goblins and there are goblins!" she told me. "Most ARE evil, vile little schemers of bad things, that's certain - but that small critture there is good in her heart! I saw that at once, by the way - and no disguise can blind my old eyes for that, I swear!" she told me - and I believed her totally. Rosemary never made too many mistakes with her clients and even less with her friends. That she disliked Nana so much was probably just some professional kind of jealousy, I suddenly thought. Rosemary sensed a potential rival in that innocent bard. Not that Nana appeared a threat to anyone, really, but I had seen the power of innocence, properly used, and it was easy to guess that Rosemary could sense Nana's dawning abilities much better than I did with my new instincts.
"Oh, her name is Luna, by the way. Likes more about the gentle light of moon than sunlight that burns her eyes, I believe..." Rosemary told me watching the little gnome still blissfully asleep.

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Met a Pixy today and decided to tell about her, a little, heh.

A long time I have wondered whether there are weaker beings in the realm than nymphs! I think I found them now. We didn't arm-wrestle or anything, but I totally believed the pixy, Lil Oakey her name, as she told she was probably the epitome of weak.
"I need a week to wrestle down a dire rat - and even then I suspect they just give in for pity, to humor me!" she peeped and went on with her tiny voice. (a talkative thing that pixy!)
"...and despite I am more agile than most it really sucks to go boldly challenge a big monster, like a rat, when one's attack is classified with negative numbers!" she babbled.
"Looks like you'd better to seek for adversaries of your own size." I brightly told her, but she didn't look too enthusiastic at that.
"Yeah yeah, sure sure! What you say is true, I reckon. I heard there are mangy rats in Noob's Gardens. They'll have a difficult time as soon as I am seasoned enough to find them in the first place! she sneered.
"Ah! You haven't been here long enough then! I find them every time I collect herbs, I think! Perhaps you'd enjoy that hobby, too? The merchants pay nice when we carry them potions!" I tried to coach her.
"Ever tried to pick up a weed ten times higher than yourself - with roots that reach Netherworld?" she asked.
"Besides I need myself the few potions I can carry around. Lucky thing I am no heavy drinker, though!" she giggled.
"I need a swimming dress to take a beer in Sheik Perry's tavern!" she declared and explained that people seldom sold booze in thimbles. She had to dive in to take a sip - and hope no thirsty dwarf accidentally grabbed her mug while she was at it. Well, IN it, actually.
"Do not take me wrong, I am not complaining! The good side of it is I don't consume much, either! A loaf of bread you giants munch in a minute suffices for me for a fortnight - and after that I can still use the crust as a house!" she told me.
"Hm. Fiscal relativity can be a good thing, too..." I realized - and the pixy heartily agreed.
"Yep. They pay me the lowest prices, but a penny for a pixy is worth a pound for a giant, since we small folks spend so little." she tittered.
"Um...what do you use as weapon when you hunt?" I asked. I had an idea she would need a really small rapier or dagger, perhaps.
"I need no weepon. I use my bare hands to TEAR THEM APART!" she joked, but looked a bit thoughtsome at that.
"Well, I have given weapons a thought, lately..." she said.
"Most monsters heal faster than I can hurt them with my hand - and kickin' arse is not exactly easy when them dirty things are larger than football field! So I have actually thought I ask Old Adventure to teach me fencing! Needs to look around if I can pick up a lance or sword somewhere. Fishbone, perhups!" she said over her tiny shoulder as she buzzed off.
"Hm? Needs to warn the Seamstress to watch after her needles." I was left thinking.

// (OOC-hexplanation) I have finally explored a little more the exotic subraces we have available here in Folderol. Pixy, for example, appears truly fascinating and the start with one is obviously challenging enough for mediocre player. I try to tell more when I get a few levels more on that one. Basically I try to acchieve some AC bonus from extra agility, but the low CON and STR gives need to some strategy-planning. I never think too carefully about my builds before I start with them and I tend to take levels and skills hap-hazardly based on more role-play than real sense. That makes hilarious moments in game, but also quite slow going. Try to bear with me. Thanks for the Staff and Admin. Tsap