Beryl Jewelcraft

Standing at 4 feet, 1 inch tall and weighing 62 pounds, Beryl is huge by gnome standards. Her full name, Beryllium Aluminium Cyclosilicate Jewelcraft, was bestowed upon her by her parents, a pair of gem enthusiasts who named each of their seventeen children after minerals and gemstones. She grew up with a strong yearning to see the world, and her parents hesitantly allowed their eldest child to leave behind the family business of gem cutting for a life of adventure. After leaving the burrow, Beryl quickly found she has a knack for fighting and exploring, and she gets as much enjoyment out of this life that she chose as she can, sometimes to the great annoyance of her traveling companions. She has a bright and positive can-do attitude towards life and she is very outspoken. Her booming, husky voice is impossibly loud for her size and she accents each joke and pun with a cheerful yet firm slap on the back of whoever has the misfortune of being nearest to her. She is always first to laugh at her own jokes. Beryl describes herself as “As fun as a barrel of monkeys…get it? Barrel? Beryl? HAHAHA!” Her favorite way to pass the time is telling anyone she can the story of how she got her self-proclaimed “great dagger.”

“I wanted to see for myself if Bunga the hill giant was really as big as they say--seventeen feet two inches, he was rumored. So I climbed myself up that hill he called home and it was a JOB, let me tell you! That climb alone took me a week straight it did! So there I was up on that hill, sweatin’ and pantin’ and the hill MOVES and a big ol’ hand--a PAW--grabs me and pops me right into his mouth. Yep, the mouth of Bunga the hill giant! Didn’t chew or nothin’! I wasn’t ‘bout to go down thataway, as food for some beastie, no sir! So I grab onto that thing’s tonsils--or whatever them danglies in the throat are called--and I hold onto that sucker for THREE DAYS and THREE NIGHTS. At first he’s a’coughin’ and a’chokin’ but I hold on tight--iron grip, ya know--and I just chat away with the fella about whatever happens to be on my mind for those three days. What else did I have to do in there? So he starts a’talkin’ to himself and makin’ a real mess of himself. On the third night, he up and dies, so I crawl my way outta the bugger’s mouth and I look around and find this here sword--er great dagger as I like to call it--and I go right back up to that Bunga’s body and I measure it with my forearms, I do! Well it turns out the fella’s just a measly seventeen feet ONE inch….I know, I know, hard ta believe, eh? Well it’s true! Now, another round of ale for us, eh?”

Beryl is my rough and tumble gnome barbarian. She's Nora's older sister.

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