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Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Gnome
Class: Socialite
interaction: Watching @FunnyGuy Wendel, Gears @papaoso
Location: Airship
Attire: See picture above
Gold Balance: 30
Injuries: None
Equipment:
⋆ Walking Stick Shillelagh
⋆ Small Trinkets & Stolen Baubles
⋆ A Collection of Miniature Cheese Wheels
⋆ Pocket Mirror
⋆ Ornate Deck of Cards (for tricks & misdirection)
⋆ Small Disguise Kit
⋆ Critter
⋆ Bag

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Bobi crouched low behind a stack of crates, peering through the gap between two enchanted punch bowls with the laser focus of a squirrel guarding its last nut.

The dwarf had moved.

Now he was seated at the bar—white hair catching the lanternlight, beard still brick-thick, posture too composed for Bobi’s comfort. Just sitting there next to a hooded girl like he wasn’t 100% plotting the theft of a state secret or the summoning of a cider demon.

Bobi narrowed his eyes.

“He relocated. Bold. Calculated. Probably laying spores,” he muttered.

Critter gave a skeptical snort from inside Bobi’s coat, tail flicking with silent judgment.

“Don’t sass me. I’ve been trained in twelve forms of hypothetical threat detection, including Fungal Insurgency and Beard-Based Misdirection.”

But before Critter could perform the rodent equivalent of a facepalm, fate intervened.

A sharp yelp—Critter’s tail had been stepped on by a passing passenger.

Instant chaos.

Critter launched into DEFCON 1, screeching and zigzagging across the Bar Deck like a lightning bolt powered by caffeine and vengeance.

“NO NO NOT THE POPCORN MACHINE!” Bobi shrieked, springing into action with all the grace of a flying satchel. He flailed through a forest of legs, juked past a server, then dove—

—straight into a metallic chestplate.

He bounced off with a wheeze and collapsed flat on his back.

Towering above him was a figure of elegance and precision: Gears, the bartending warforged. Copper plating gleamed like molten amber, and faint arcs of steam whispered from vents in her arms like sighs from a sleeping forge.

Bobi blinked up in stunned reverence.

“Oh…” he breathed. “Oh no.”

He sat up, beard slightly askew, eyes wide.

“You’re... magnificent.”

Critter scampered back to his chest, puffed-up and traumatized. Bobi barely noticed.

“That plating... the curvature... That’s not just engineering. That’s art. Gnomes could never.”

He clutched his chest dramatically.

“By the moons, I think I’m in love.”

Just then, his eyes flicked sideways—toward the barstools.

The dwarf. Still seated. White-haired. Same beard. Same vibe. Definitely not a fungus elemental.

Bobi frowned.

“...Huh.”

He leaned closer to Critter and whispered,

"Not a fungal threat. Still highly suspicious. ”

Critter rolled his eyes and thumped his tiny fist against Bobi’s chin.

“Alright, alright,” Bobi muttered. “Eyes on Beardface. I’ll handle the tall, shiny one. Classic misdirect-and-flirt. We trained for this.”

He straightened his coat collar and tried to lean casually against the bar.

It came off more like a soggy raccoon trying to sell discount treasure maps.

Did he care? Not one bit.

“Spy work, darling.”

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Gnome
Class: Socialite
interaction: Watching @FunnyGuy Wendel
Location: Airship
Attire: See picture above
Gold Balance: 30
Injuries: None
Equipment:
⋆ Walking Stick Shillelagh
⋆ Small Trinkets & Stolen Baubles
⋆ A Collection of Miniature Cheese Wheels
⋆ Pocket Mirror
⋆ Ornate Deck of Cards (for tricks & misdirection)
⋆ Small Disguise Kit
⋆ Critter
⋆ Bag

The Stormrider soared like a whisper over a sea of clouds, its elemental ring casting warm orange light over the Bar Deck as evening approached. The scent of alchemical spices and enchanted citrus mingled with laughter and drifting harp music, lulling passengers into comfort.

Which made it the perfect time for espionage.

Bobi the Believable—legendary socialite, accidental thief, and 1st Ranger of the B.E.A.R.D.—stood motionless near a glowing crystal panel. One hand rested lightly on his polished shillelagh. His other scratched absently at his belly button, a nervous habit made only stranger by the tiny slurp sound from beneath his patchwork coat.

“Easy now, Critter,” he muttered without moving his lips. “Papa’s working.”

His glowing green eyes flicked toward a nearby table where a merchant had left a half-eaten plate of Karrnathi Ironplate. Cheese. Glorious, glistening cheese.

He licked his lips.

“No. No. Focus. You promised B.E.A.R.D. you wouldn’t do this again.”

Critter let out a tiny burp and promptly vanished back into Bobi’s coat, leaving only the faint scent of brimstone and breadcrumbs. Bobi sighed and slowly, gracefully, stepped forward—his movement so fluid it could’ve been a trick of the light.

A nobleman in flowing robes turned toward him briefly—then frowned, confused.

“Was that…?” he murmured, blinking.

But Bobi was already in full Gnome Mode—standing beside a decorative pillar, arms behind his back, gaze serene, looking like a particularly eccentric lawn ornament. The man shook his head and returned to his drink.

Bobi whispered to himself as he carefully plucked a loose coin purse from beneath a bench.

“Nothing personal, darling. It’s for the network. Khorvaire’s full of secrets, and secrets need seed money.”

A tourist stumbled by, bumping into the table and knocking over a glittering goblet. Bobi gasped softly and caught it mid-air with one hand, placing it upright and bowing slightly.

“Your chalice, madam,” he said with a flourish.

“Oh! Thank you, kind sir—how courteous!” she beamed.

Bobi leaned in conspiratorially, voice low and silken.

“Courtesy is just mischief in a velvet glove.”

She laughed nervously. He bowed again, eyes twinkling.

Then, without another word, he melted back into the crowd, pocketing a lace handkerchief that smelled faintly of lavender.

Mission: progressing.

And somewhere below deck, behind locked hatches and security runes, lay the cargo that had drawn the attention of every major house in Khorvaire.

“Secrets are like cheese,” Bobi whispered to himself as he nibbled a stolen sliver, “Best when aged, rarely shared, and always worth stealing.”

He turned—

And froze.

Across the deck, leaning against the railing with arms folded and eyes too alert for a tourist, stood a dwarf.

White hair. Braided beard. Heavy boots. A gaze like a whetstone scraping against steel.

Bobi narrowed his eyes. His stomach twisted. Critter chittered from inside his coat—then fell eerily silent.

The gnome ducked behind a barrel of glowing punch and peeked out with all the caution of a cheese addict in a dairy trap.

“Oh no no no no,” he whispered. “Absolutely not. They let a dwarf on board? Who’s in charge of screening passengers—blind goblins?”

He watched the dwarf closely. The man didn’t smile. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t even sip anything. He was staring toward the Cargo Hold with the patience of a predator.

Bobi hissed.

“I bet he’s cursed. That’s a curse-beard if I’ve ever seen one. Probably brought bad luck with him. Or mushrooms. Probably mushroom curses.”

He rubbed his belly button, fidgeting.

“I knew the wind smelled off today. You can’t trust a dwarf. That’s just basic fieldcraft.”

He muttered under his breath as he backed into the shadows, cheeks puffed in offense and arms crossed tight.

“Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. We’re above the clouds, and they let one of them up here. Mark my words, Critter.” He pointed a dramatic finger from the shadows.

“That dwarf is up to something. And Bobi the Believable is going to find out what.”

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Bobi The Believable ⋆Age: 244⋆Gender: Green ⋆ Race: Gnome ⋆ Class: Socialite

_{Just a little guy, with a little companion.}

Height:1 Gnome Tall

Weight: 37 lbs

Hair: Brown: Brown

Eyes: Green

Skin Tone: Colloidal Silver Blue

Distinguishing Features: Saggy red hat, bushy red beard, belly button can obtrude into a teat.

Clothing Style: Raggedy and Eclectic

Likes:
⋆ Cheese
⋆ Shiny Stuff
⋆ Making other laugh

Dislikes:
⋆ Violence
⋆ Dwarves
⋆ People being rude

Habits/Quirks:
⋆ Rubs belly button absentmindedly (slightly sore from feeding)
⋆ Kleptomaniac
⋆ Rambles when nervous

Dreams/Motivations:
⋆ To find a way to free critter
⋆ Establish the Khorvaire Gnome Spy Network (S.N.O.O.P. – Secretive Network Of Observant Pipsqueaks) as 1st Ranger for the B.E.A.R.D. – Best Espionage And Reconnaissance Division

Sexuality: Gnomie

Willingness to make friends: (4)

Willingness toward romance: (4)

Personality: Talkative, bold, naive

Engaging With Others

Extroversion: (4):
Kindness: (3):
Chattiness: (4):
Trustfulness : (4):
Sense of Humor: (5):
Loyalty: (5):
Selflessness: (2):
Flirtatiousness: (4):
Arrogance: (1)::
Handling Conflict and Decisions
Patience: (3)
Temperance: (2)
Forgiveness: (5)
Courage: (4)
Stubbornness: (2)
Pacifism: (3)
Impulsiveness: (5)
Creativity: (4)
Mercy: (5)
Charisma: (4)

Place of Origin: Tree Gnome Village
Current Occupation: 1st Ranger for the B.E.A.R.D. – Best Espionage And Reconnaissance Division
Living Family Members: Thousands
Companions on the Airship: Critter

Why are you traveling to Khorvaire? Establish the Khorvaire Gnome Spy Network (S.N.O.O.P. – Secretive Network Of Observant Pipsqueaks) as 1st Ranger for the B.E.A.R.D. – Best Espionage And Reconnaissance Division
Non-Combative Skills:
⋆ Crafty
⋆ Street Magic
⋆ Sleight of Hand
⋆ Can stand still blending into the scenery if not already directly observed being mistaken as a statue. (garden gnome mode)

Class Concept / Role: Socialite

Signature Abilities (3):
⋆ Bardic Arts – Captivate audiences through performance, manipulating emotions and attention effortlessly. Whether through music, poetry, or storytelling—you can subtly weave magic into your performance to manipulate emotion or cast charms on those you seek to effect.

⋆ Flawless Etiquette – Navigate high society flawlessly, avoiding social missteps and gaining favor from influential figures.

⋆ Art of Misdirection – Use distractions or dramatic flourishes to divert attention, enabling yourself or allies to move unnoticed, perform sleight-of-hand tricks, or slip away unnoticed.

Major Weaknesses (3):
⋆ Lack of strength and size
⋆ Acts on chaotic impulses
⋆ He compulsively steals things without thinking and sometimes forgets he even took them. This can lead to accidental trouble.

Racial Trait:
“A gnome can produce small, subtle magical effects, such as making their voice seem to come from another place, causing an object to move slightly, or altering their appearance just enough to avoid recognition.”

Boons & Banes:
Boons
⋆ He has a little imp that drinks a small amount of blood from a teat on his belly button. It can do small tasks for him, and also respawns the next day upon death.
⋆ Bobi can remain completely still for up to an hour, making him blend in as a statue unless directly observed moving.

Bane
⋆ Cheese addict who will lose sight of everything else for piece of cheese any time any where

Combat Equipment and Gear:
⋆ Just a walking stick Shillelagh !