Many will look down on us due to how short we are and how feeble we seem, but yet the best gardens in the Universe have been soaked with only the best Nutrients. So, I ask you what could be a better Nutrient then the blood of those that looked down!!!
There once was a small, yet happy village of gnomes that was tucked away from all. There lived Papa gnome and his village he loved and cared for. Papa Gnome always curious of the life outside his village, always gazed at the night sky wondering if there are gardens and even amongst the star’s. Yet always curious Papa was content with the garden he had and the villagers he called his own.
Till one on one clear night Papa saw a shooting star, Larger then any he has seen before. Yet the longer he looked the closer the star seemed to get and before he knew it it was coming straight towards the center of town. Papa ran and ran as quick has his stubby leg’s could run, but atlas it wasn’t enough for the star crashed down into the town and laid waste to any and all that were in its wake. At first there was silence, as many gnomes laid face down in the earth dead or near death, homes where burning and 80% of the village destroyed or otherwise. As Papa ran into the town to find survivors the star roared with the howls of a thousand beasts. Out came from what looked like a metal door looked to be a creature that stood Ten to Eleven feet in height, nearly naked with skin as grey as grammies porridge, eyes as red as mushroom tops and claws longer then any gardening tool. Papa hid and watched as a gnome approach offering aid. Only to be ripped in half in the blink of an eye. What was left of the village took arms to fight the new Star creature, as papa saw in horror as everyone single one of his people were brutally murdered and painted the town. The mere carnages made Papa pass out. When he awoke he found nothing but death and destruction and nothing lived in his village. The creature was gone! Papa burred those that could be, and found supplies to find said creature and kill it if it was his dying breath.
As Papa explored his Planet he found it was filled with other Villages of Gnomes. Many had seen shooting stars and many still where desolate or near destroyed from Star creatures. He found that many have also found what were called ships and not stars holding other being’s much like Gnomes most had no beards and smaller noses with smoother skin still. This Star creatures called themselves humans and wished to take as many Gnomes from our planet due to the other creatures called Vanduul that were killing us in droves across the world. Many Gnomes left with the Humans and yet some stayed. Papa and the survivors he would encourage to follow him marched forward to set a wrong right. After many weeks Papa had 40+ gnomes all wishing revenge on said Star creature the Vanduul. One night they finally came across said creature sleeping under a Father Mushroom that leads to a Mushroom forest. Papa and the gnomes used their skills in machinery, crafting and sneakiness, to lay an ambush for the Vanduul creature. As morning came and the creature awoke it sprang its own defeat and was trapped but as the gnomes did the killing blow two more appeared from the forest. Papa screamed “ATTACK” and all gnomes that had spears and charged the two Vanduul. One hand a very large Dagger the size of a house it seemed and the other had a metal staff that shot red lighting that vaporized a gnome within a blink of the eye. When the gnomes finally took down the Vanduul with the dagger 26 of our brothers and sisters laid dead on the field. As Papa lead the final charge on the last Vanduul. He struck his pickaxe into the creatures leg and before papa could react the creature smacked him with his metal staff and Papa flew and smacked a rock. Before Papa passed out he saw just a hand full of gnomes jumped at the Vanduul all at once, but then there was nothing but cold embrace of darkness. When Papa awoke yet again he found all the gnomes had died and yet lay still are the 3 dead bodies of a Vanduul. Papa cried and screamed to the Great Tree’s name, why was he alive and yet so many are dead.
Weeks have passed since the great fight and Papa has lead others in raids against the Vanduul on his planet for every Vanduul, scores of gnomes died. Papa losing yet another party tries to take his own life for it would be easier to return to the earth as a mushroom then to live on the hell that his once peaceful planet has become. But as he does he has a vision of a Glorious Garden that could only be at the base of the Great Tree. Which showed many gnomes living in peace once again. Then a booming voice called out “ You must gather what’s left of our people and reclaim the Garden, not on this home but a home in the stars. For the Great Harvest is near and there is a lot to prepare”. Papa then went village to village collecting as many Tinker gnomes that were left and found a Human ship and began rebuilding it from other ships from the great shooting of the stars so many moons ago. Within a couple of weeks after many more villages have fallen. Papa and a few gnomes gathered what was left and took to the stars to find the Last Garden… The Garden in the Hallows of space.
But what the Vanduul have yet to realize is that they have brought about their own downfall, for Gnomes maybe seen as small nice creatures, we shall remind the Universe will the blood of the sacrificed why gnomes where the stuff of nightmares. For the Crusade has been called for the Great Harvest and The Great Tree needs the nutrients of the weak to grow a home for Gnome’s alike!
There are only three Great goals of our Great Harvest amongst the stars!
1. We seek to great Gardens and bring piece to all those born naturally of Earth, be it mythical or not all shall Bask in the ever joy of the One Great Tree.
2. To lead an unflinching, merciless Crusade against all those that look down on being a Gnome. We stand fast and while we maybe small we grow in numbers and shall Conquer all that stands against out divine right amongst the stars!
3. All those that seek an alliance and hopes to forge an everlasting friend ship with us Gnome’s will come to learn that we will never allow our allies to go alone into the void of Space and when it call comes for help from our people will will answer the call no matter the cost of life!
For the GREAT HARVEST is soon upon us all!
- No belittling new player’s, we are all hear to learn and grow as a group
- Don’t be an asshole (respect everyone for their religion, color, and backgrounds, we are a community of bloodthirsty Gnome’s, but we have decorum for each other)
- We are a guild and a PMC, contracts will be top priority next to missions relating to guild(When base building becomes more of a focus later next year)
-Papa Gnome has final say on all MAJOR decisions, he will however love to hear any and all sides of a story before making a final decision.
Regardless of size of guild all new members will be given “THE SPEECH” by Papa Gnome as a means of welcome to the Guild.
- Please have a mic and discord
- As the community grows, Gnomes will be separated into 4 social classes, all are equal but all have very different roles!
- Welcome my brothers and sisters for Papa Gnome awaits all his kin alike!