Ok, so I admit I might have gotten a bit carried away by the name. First I decided I wanted to make a druid. Then I had to figure out the race - I tend to run humans and I didn't want to do that here. So an elf? Kinda bland. So no. I settled on gnome, even thought they tend to be tinker and rogue types. So now I needed to figure out who this gnome was that he would love nature as much as most gnomes love gadgets and alchemical stinks. And the name. Names can tell you a lot. So I got to thinking about names. And gnomes can have a lot of names. And it grew from there. Well, the first name grew and grew and then the other names multiplied and pretty soon you had . . . .
Borborybodboddynock Eric Heatherplanter Ezuri Badger Packmaster Rootwalla Meadknocker Waterknott Daergel
(The order doesn't really matter as long as it starts with Borborybodboddynock and ends with Daergel.)
And yes, you can call him Bory. If he likes you.
Borborybodboddynock – It is a family name, ok?! My great grandfather had that name when he single-handedly beat the ogre of the High Moors in one-on-one combat! Not bad for a 38 pounder, is it? It is a proud name, so take that, “Bob.” (But you can call me Bory, most of the time.)
Heatherplanter – What sort of name was that? There were stories about his other great grandfather and a young gnome lass named Heather that everybody wanted to get to know and great gramps won her hand. And greatgrandma was named Heather. At least one of her names was Heather. But Bory wasn’t so sure. There were always stories.
Eric – What??!! What sort of a name was Eric? It wasn’t ‘Bob,’ but what else did it have going for it? “Hi! I’m Eric.” How exciting was that? Why’d they give him the name Eric? But at least it was better than that boy down the road named Sue. His father had really done him wrong. Poor kid kept getting in fights. But then, how can you not laugh when someone says, “Hi! My name is Sue.”? You respond with “Hi. My name is Eric,” to let him know he isn’t the only one with a dumb name.
Meadknocker – He’d earned this one early on when only a young lad and he had raided his father store of mead. Honey and booze. What was there not to love???!! Yeah, he’d earned this one and had a few friends back home that still just called him “Mead.” The thought made him smile. And thirsty.
Ezuri – the legendary elf warrior. Supposedly his great grandfather had fought with the great elf once upon a time. He was beginning to wonder how many great grandfathers he had.
Waterknott – He’d been known to sit and stare at the swirls in the water for hours. It fascinated him. Nature. It was almost like the other gnomes and their tinkering and chemicals. He could stare at nature for hours and try to find the mystery in it. It worked for a glass of mead as well.
Badger – kinda boring, but he liked this one. He wasn’t sure if it was about when he raised those young badgers he’d found or about a personality trait, but either way it was kinda flattering in a stubborn sort of way. Not all names can be as good as BorBoryBodBoddyNock.
Packmaster – It was wolves that time. Who didn’t think running a pack of wolves through the center of the village was funny? I mean, come on! You should have seen . . . ok, so a few things got broken, but they could be fixed! Now those faces – they might be forever frozen that way!
Rootwalla – This was a personal favorite. He’d earned this one. He’d managed to make a wall of thorns and roots that saved several gnomes from some attacking goblins. He’d had a scroll. But ‘wall of roots’ really doesn’t sound great, so over a few mugs of mead the name had morphed. He liked this one.
Daergel – A clan name. A good name. Nothing interesting though. Except the family history. All those great grandfathers. That was interesting and something to be proud of. So a good name.
Yes, the rest of the character is under construction as well.