as is custom i will start. feel free to react or grammar nazi.
Chapter 1 the unexpected hero
Before we begin tell is I firstly what actual a gnome. It is be a small (on average at least one whole meter) with a chunky potato nose. They take a subtile touch to fatness, they but well quite sharp. This story goes over a whole special gnome, named Gorbax. Gorbax is even for a gnome small, to be exact 80 centimeters. He works as house help at the rich country gentleman of Belingas, where this tell also begins. I want to bore you now not longer with details and begin with the story as is the custom.
It was a beautiful morning and Gorbax twas whiping the floor of young gentleman Jannes. When the lackey ran in screaming. Gorbax, you small pest hurry up and dragg that fat butt of you to the living room the master is seeking you. 'allright allright beanstake' whispered Gorbax. 'What did you say?!?', before the lackey managed to finish the scentace Gorbax was already gone. For gnomes are seen as second-class citizens and may punish each man they to one's heart's content. still puffing stood he for the door of the living room. He opened the door and his hands became all sweaty. There had never been a gnoom in the living room. in there was the master, looking over the land. He turned himself to Gorbax and began to talk. Gomjax was it really (now yes actual milord..), yes probably. I want that you with Jannes accompany to the large square of the castle. The court wizard is in my city today and I have large expectations for my son. You namely must know that the court wizard of the king on seek is to a hero of 'the some prophecy or other' (that tell I later on well more of). Thus you Gobbels (but sir I..) may have the honor to carry the stuff of my beloved son, jannes. Thus where are you waiting for Gojas, he is waiting by the front door with his gear, hurry. And Gorbax walked fast as he could(while he was trying to bow) to the door. When he arrived at the door stood there a thin and arrogantly looking young boy around the age of sixteen. He looked disgusted to Gorbax. Gorbax mumbeled: 'Yes that is Jannes no doubt about it'. Come here and get my cases you lazy mongrell. Gorbax looked at the piled up heap of stuff sighing. 'And thats must become our rescuer' thought our litte friend as he meanwhile dragged the cases behind Jannes . It must be been a comical view to see those two. A thin and spoiled young boy with a small, fat and dirty little guy with a case two times as large as him trying to keep up. After around fifteen minuts of walking they finnaly arrived on the square that was crammed with people. And just on that moment sounded a blasting voice over the square. Gorbax looked amazed at the speaker, an old man with a beard, a big pointed hat and a beautiful detailed wooden staff in his hand. Just then jannes kicked the poor Gorbax against his knee. He screamed of surprise and pain. 'will you sit and whine here or bring your my things to the stage'. Gorbax nodded with tears in its eyes and began to drag the heavy case again. Just when he tried to lift the case on the stage, he heard a voice behind him. 'That old magic is surprising as ever, still above my reach'. He heard the crowd hold their breath and he turned aroud as fast as he could. And he looked straight in.... yes the face of the speaker on the stage. 'I courtwizard Xerion the fifth declare this inhabitant to be the hero of the prophecies of balancar.
