Jibblette

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Jibblette Sha' Renn

Jibblette is a 21 year old half elf. She is fairly certain that her mother is still alive and living an easy life in a comfortable townhouse with Jibblette's "father" in the city of Kalamen. Her mother's name is Sha' Renn... She is the mother of many of Jibblette's more fortunate siblings, all humans like her mother, and like thier father. There were three when Jibblette was exiled at what feels like a decade or more ago. She knew none of them well. She has more memories of the maid that cared for her. And memories of the maid's half elf child, who was Jibblette's only form of companionship in the short while she resided in her "family's home". She was abandoned deep in Horlin's forest and otherwise left for dead.
Jibblette views the world as unfair and unforgiving with a gentle, kind side she seldom sees. She would like to be optomistic that her life might one day include a husband and children of her own, but this outlook seems bleak. Jibblette almost succumbed to death, when out of nowhere, a mysterious adventurer found her. He rushed her to the camp where his army was stationed. She was nursed back to health. When she recovered, she was taken back to Horlin's forest to be raised and taught to be a fighter herself. The mysterious adventurer had assigned one of his soliders to carry out her upbringing. Her caretaker was an older man called Robert Huntington. Perhaps he was too tired to fight and journey day in and out with his lord's army, but was a good fighter and great teacher all the same.
Sir Huntington had seen too many winters and tired easilly. One day when Jibblette was 17 or so, the old man fell asleep and never awoke. She dug a grave for him, and transplanted flowers around it from the forest, burying him in the cold ground, she bid the forest farewell. Gathering the weapons that she had now learned to use from her mentor, she set off in the footsteps of her long gone childhood heroes on an adventure of her own. Besides a few necessities and her clothes, she had little of her own other than the golden pendant given to her by her tearful mother on the day Jibblette had been sent away. She knew nothing of it's origin or powers, but it is all she has left of what aught to have been her family. And so she treasures this hunk of metal and keeps it close to her heart.
The young ranger has little life experience outside the forest. She knows little of religion but honors the spirits of the forests. Alone in the wilds Jibblette realized at a young age that she has a unique tie to the animals of the forest. Often in her free time as a child, she spent lots of time charming her forest friends.
She is driven by something she can not quite put her finger on, and a sense that she is seeking something...or someone....

Part 2 -

Jibblette is fairly certain that magic does exist. She feels it in the air she breathes and senses it in her heart. She has always longed to be part of something, a family, or perhaps a hero to that army. She wishes to be an asset in fighting thier noble battles, and maybe fight at the side of the man that saved her long ago. She had always wondered what had become of him. Sir Huntington had always swayed her away from conversations pertaining to the mysterious adventurer. Keeping her forever a mystery in young Jibblette's head.
Jibblette is a law fearing lady, but is still in the process of learning the laws of the lands. You live...you learn. She was once arrested in her early adventuring days in the city of Renford. In a tavern an overly fresh drunkard stepped upon Jibblette's last nerve when he pulled her in for an unwilling kiss. She reciprocated his affections by blacking his eye and threating his life with her longsword at his throat. Within a seconds, she found her slightly intoxicated self being whisked away by the city guards, all of them garbed in the same uniform as the offensive smoocher. She slept it off on the floor of a smelly cell in the overcrowded city jail and was released the next day, unfed and hung over. The city guardsmen advised her that it would be in her best interest that she leave Renford and never to return.
For the most part, Jibblette is a kind, good half elf. She is not the type that attracts enemies, yet she still fears that the human man that was called her father had hated her all those years ago and left her in the forest for dead. His hatred for her was so strong that she is certain it is best to avoid Kalamen as well as that oafish guardsman in Renford.
Jibblette is unsure as to what the future holds for her. She hopes to learn the ways of magic, perhaps fight an epic battle, win, and be remembered for much time to come. She would like to matter to someone, somewhere. She would like a home without the worries and dangers an adventurer faces. She loves the free open road, but someday knows she will be older and wiser and will need a place to retire. Poor Jibblette! If she died tomorrow, perhaps no one would remember her. Maybe her memory would be scattered in the winds like the dust of the desert plains. Forgotten be her name.
This thought drives her to learn all that she can learn. She makes money whenever she can, hunting, delivering items, and doing small errands for paying townspeople she meets in her travels. She is very thrifty and she does her best to live off the land. She repairs her own weapons and makes her own arrows and bandages. This tough adventurer is always on the look for her "big break".
Then one day it all changes. She meets a friendlly group in a tavern. The group is very diverse. Many different beings, off on an adventure that will bring them to the Thel Dinge castle. Jibblette is intrigued. Where has she heard of this? She must go! She musters the courage to volunteer her services. She is a good hunter and fighter and is equipped with many supplies. Surely she can be of assistance. The group converses quietly amongst themselves before informing her of thier decision to allow her to join them. Jibblette is elated! Finally her chance to make a difference and be part of something big. All the while, she cant ignore the pulling in her heart to this vaguely familiar Thel Dinge castle!

Chronicles of Jibblette part 4

Billae...... That child had spoke to my heart as he to was an orphan, alone and in much need of guidance. Damn bleeding young foolish heart of mine! I had a lot to do to just survive and help my new found siblings to survive without the distractions of caring for this evil ungrateful brat. I should have left well enough alone! I saw the evil in his eyes, they didn't light up at the cookies that I, in my spare time, had learned to make for him. Rather, he seemed to relish the fact that perhaps he could sabotage my/their survival by pitting us against Mr Biggs. I notice in his haste to run away that night that he did manage to take off with every crumb of cookies and the last drop of milk. My heart is only temporarily saddened by the loss of my "child" What had I been thinking? Had I been thinking? I have got to get control of my young naive mind so the little missteps in life one can "accidentally" take can become clear in some type of forethought to avoid consequence and trouble.
It wasn't until that little weasel made a big deal of those books and tried to swindle Annadoria of impractical items that it even clicked. What does one who spends time listening to the wisdom of trees and stones know of the power of books? Nature does not speak about books. I had opened them instinctively and absorbed the power with little coaxing. A feeling came over me with each one that I had the strength to handle the dreadful time to come at the Dingy Thel. I trust my sister, the books she has read throughout her life have clearly made her wise beyond her years. I have come to recently learn that some books can only be read once, and that power stored in some of them are so great they become imbedded in the minds and souls of their solitary readers. Am I quicker? In a flash I bolted to restrain that boy ( and perhaps tie him up and muzzle him...)

I can't seem to sleep these days, I have a feeling. I have suspicions that nothing is what it seems here. I have a instinct to survive and provide. So I find my self often alone in the woods beyond the safety of the gates hunting stray goblins and recovering their humble loot, I will share it all with them, what little there is. I am a good half elf I reassure myself. I was strong and a great hunter before. These hours spent in the woods have proved to me I indeed am faster and more proficient. Billae is wrong. I have done nothing wrong, simply increased mine and my siblings odds of survival in this barren land. Perhaps our survival against the very Mr Biggs we thought we could trust.