Truffle Gren
The story begins on a little known mountain with a little known branch of a rather large family tree. A family of Dwarven miners all waited anxiously for another member of the family to be born. This would be child number four, one that they had decided to name Truffle. Now this child-
“Huh? What? Did you need somethin’?”
No, Truffle, I am simply telling these people your story.
“Well it’s my story, why you tellin’ it?”
If you would like to tell the people you are more than welcome to I just wasn’t sure if you were busy.
“I’ll tell them. Let’s see how far you got. Oh the very beginning I can work with that. ‘Ight people hold onto your butts.”
For the fact that all of you cannot see her, she just took the book out of my hand and turned her chair around to sit in it backwards. You all might be in for a… Fun ride.
“Now, we ain’t gonna sit here and look at all the boring stuff about my early life and how I was little. I’ve always been little, that's part of it far as being a dwarf. The important part that you need to know is that I am the middle child of seven children, and the rest of ‘em are brothers. Explains a lot don’t it? this of course goes in the typical middle child way of my parents pretty much not realizing I exist, which is fine by me. They real stuck up.
As I got older, people started using words like ‘special’ and ‘different’. I never particularly cared for them words, I’m just truffle. I guess the better word would be weird when I’m the only one in a family of nine that doesn’t wanna live their life underground hitting rocks with a pickax. I wanted to be able to see the sky. So at the odd times here and there where I could manage to get a parent’s ear, usually papa, I would ask if I could have a piece of land above ground. In all of my time alone, I had developed a fascination in fungus, mushrooms, specifically, and I wanted to see if I could cultivate them on my own. It would give me something to do and give me a way to help out the family. The helping out the family part comes into play a lot later when I had to babysit the little ones.
anyway after asking and asking and asking, mama finally heard about it one day and I think she talked papa into giving me a little piece of it to ‘get me to be quiet’. She may have said it to papa that way, but I think she just wants me to be happy. That’s why I save a corner to grow her favorite fruits that we can’t get very often. I figured out what kind of soil they needed and sent the money away to have a box sent to me. I was able to start watchin’ the little ones for Mama wants some of my mushrooms started growin’. I have one that I grow that gets really big and puffy, but it’s soft on top. I could bring out the little ones and get them to sleep and then lay them on one that I had harvested that I kept in a wagon to pull with me while I worked.
Life got really crazy when the tall one showed up. He just kinda stumbled into the farm one day and fell face first into the ground. Thankfully freshly tilled soil. Pokin at him with a stick probably wasn’t the best idea, but I wanted to make sure he wasn’t gonna pop up and stab me. To make a very long story short, I took care of him for a long time and I think we got hitched? He’s kinda weird about it honestly. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually.
Recently, we got news about some of the other grens going missing. We got a letter from someone named mango talking about Brulé pissing off called the ‘fey’. Not sure what they are, but they sound pointy. I decided to go and join in the search efforts and you get a chance to see the world. Mama wasn’t too happy about it, but I told her that she taught me how much family matters. Now I’m just here with the rest of the group. that’s about it really. Not much of a story if you ask me.”
Well Truffle your input was greatly appreciated. Thank you folks for you time to… listen? Read? I’m not quite sure, but thank you. Below are images of Truffle and her heraldry she made on scrap fabric before she left to join the other Grens. Thanks for joining us!
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