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 Glim grew up in the Orchid Plazas, on the first of the steppes, making the G. Orslon family decidedly upper class, even if they were the lowest of the upper class. Seven generations of his family lived in one large house — not the whole extended family, of course, but there was at least one representative of each generation, thirteen gnomes in all, which, of course, is a lucky number if you’re a gnome, thus making it the ideal number to live in a single house. Glim grew up in the Orchid Plazas, on the first of the steppes, making the G. Orslon family decidedly upper class, even if they were the lowest of the upper class. Seven generations of his family lived in one large house — not the whole extended family, of course, but there was at least one representative of each generation, thirteen gnomes in all, which, of course, is a lucky number if you’re a gnome, thus making it the ideal number to live in a single house.
  
-Glim’s family was in government, for the most part. Yes, gnomes are famous for being tinkerers, and they have an affinity for magic, and they speak with forest creatures and are one with nature and all that, but those are the other gnomes. The G. Orslon family didn’t get involved in all of that stuff. They did respectable work as clerks, secretaries and politicians. They were diligent to an extreme, taking pride in each form filled out and each form shredded, each license issued and each license revoked, each speech written and each speech ​forgotten. Glim was no different. At the young age of thirty five, he was hired as an assistant record-keeper for the Academy of Involution. In ten short years he made his way up in the ranks, until he was Second Clerk to one of only four Associate Master Illusionists,​ who were second in importance and prestige only to the Assistant Master Illusionists,​ who were just below the Master Illusionists,​ who in turn served under the Grandmaster Illusionist,​ who was one of only eight or so people in line to become Archmage. Glim was good at his job, and he was compensated adequately, so he was not worried when he had to leave his family home (this having been a necessity when his older sister had a child, bringing the number of residents of his family home up to fourteen, an extremely unlucky number if you’re a gnome. The method by which they determined which gnome had to leave is a gnome secret, and will remain so).+Glim’s family was in government, for the most part. Yes, gnomes are famous for being tinkerers, and they have an affinity for magic, and they speak with forest creatures and are one with nature and all that, but those are the other gnomes. The G. Orslon family didn’t get involved in all of that stuff. They did respectable work as clerks, secretaries and politicians. They were diligent to an extreme, taking pride in each form filled out and each form shredded, each license issued and each license revoked, each speech written and each speech ​filed away, never to be read again. Glim was no different. At the young age of thirty five, he was hired as an assistant record-keeper for the Academy of Involution. In ten short years he made his way up in the ranks, until he was Second Clerk to one of only four Associate Master Illusionists,​ who were second in importance and prestige only to the Assistant Master Illusionists,​ who were just below the Master Illusionists,​ who in turn served under the Grandmaster Illusionist,​ who was one of only eight or so people in line to become Archmage. Glim was good at his job, and he was compensated adequately, so he was not worried when he had to leave his family home (this having been a necessity when his older sister had a child, bringing the number of residents of his family home up to fourteen, an extremely unlucky number if you’re a gnome. The method by which they determined which gnome had to leave is a gnome secret, and will remain so).
  
 Glim was not alone for long. He was soon brought into the O. O. Ormor family by a lovely woman only fifteen years his elder (a rather neutral number if you’re a gnome), who lived with her mother, her mother’s parents, her mother’s father’s sister and one of that sister’s sons. Add in the two little gnomelets Glim and Mithil had together over the next couple years, and that brought the number up to nine, well on the way to lucky number thirteen. Glim was not alone for long. He was soon brought into the O. O. Ormor family by a lovely woman only fifteen years his elder (a rather neutral number if you’re a gnome), who lived with her mother, her mother’s parents, her mother’s father’s sister and one of that sister’s sons. Add in the two little gnomelets Glim and Mithil had together over the next couple years, and that brought the number up to nine, well on the way to lucky number thirteen.
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 Glim’s life was comfortable,​ orderly and predictable. He even picked up magic as a hobby, learning a few spells from the illusionists he worked for. And that was all good until the Academy was shut down and mages were strongly encouraged to join the war effort, somewhere far from the island. Whatever arguments were used to convince them must have very convincing, because every mage of any power or importance, from the Associate Masters to the Archmage, disappeared almost overnight. The apprentices who were left were forbidden from performing any magic at all. That, of course, would have been manageable, except that Glim now had no one to work for. Available jobs in the other schools were quickly snatched up, leaving Glim unemployed. Glim’s life was comfortable,​ orderly and predictable. He even picked up magic as a hobby, learning a few spells from the illusionists he worked for. And that was all good until the Academy was shut down and mages were strongly encouraged to join the war effort, somewhere far from the island. Whatever arguments were used to convince them must have very convincing, because every mage of any power or importance, from the Associate Masters to the Archmage, disappeared almost overnight. The apprentices who were left were forbidden from performing any magic at all. That, of course, would have been manageable, except that Glim now had no one to work for. Available jobs in the other schools were quickly snatched up, leaving Glim unemployed.
  
-Even this would have been tolerable, except that Glim had lived, if not above his means, well… almost precisely at his means. His savings consisted of that months taxes on the property and enough to feed his family until his next paycheck. When his lovely ​woman learned of this (having assumed that, as a clerk, it was safe to put the family’s finances in Glim’s capable hands), she was not pleased. Without Glim’s salary, they would no longer be able to afford their home. When it became clear after a week that Glim was not going to find a new job soon enough, they were forced to say goodbye to the O. O. Ormors, and reduce their number to four. Their new home was just below the first steppe, but still in the Orchid Plazas. But as the weeks passed, they were forced to move to the center, then closer and closer to the Harbor. Glim moved the family to the most expensive home he thought they could afford a total of five times in as many weeks before ​his lovely ​woman decided she could no longer leave the family’s finances in Glim’s capable hands. So she did what any lovely gnome would under the circumstances. She cut back the family’s expenses significantly,​ and bought a home just a few dozen yards from the Harbor that she could afford on her own income. The house, being large enough for three (which is quite small, as gnomes are quite small), was not big enough for Glim, so, surely only because of that, she left the family with the two gnomelets. Glim’s capable hands would have to find their own way until such time as he put his life back together, or at least found a new life that was a little less pitiful.+Even this would have been tolerable, except that Glim had lived, if not above his means, well... almost precisely at his means. His savings consisted of that month's taxes on the property and enough to feed his family until his next paycheck. When the lovely ​Mithil ​learned of this (having assumed that, as a clerk, it was safe to put the family’s finances in Glim’s capable hands), she was not pleased. Without Glim’s salary, they would no longer be able to afford their home. When it became clear after a week that Glim was not going to find a new job soon enough, they were forced to say goodbye to the O. O. Ormors, and reduce their number to four. Their new home was just below the first steppe, but still in the Orchid Plazas. But as the weeks passed, they were forced to move to the center ​of the lowlands, then closer and closer to the Harbor ​district. Glim moved the family to the most expensive home he thought they could afford a total of five times in as many weeks before ​the lovely ​Mithilmil O. O. Mythmormor the Gnome decided she could no longer leave the family’s finances in Glim’s capable hands. So she did what any lovely gnome would under the circumstances. She cut back the family’s expenses significantly,​ and bought a home just a few dozen yards from the Harbor that she could afford on her own income. The house, being large enough for three (which is quite small, as gnomes are quite small), was not big enough for Glim, so, surely only because of that, she left the family with the two gnomelets. Glim’s capable hands would have to find their own way until such time as he put his life back together, or at least found a new life that was a little less pitiful.
  
-Glim had lost his job, his home and his family in a few short weeks. There was no demand for a clerk, scribe, paper pusher or anything else Glim was qualified for. But there was one thing everyone, or at least a few people, knew about the G. Orslons: they never gave up, or at least rarely gave up. And while Glim certainly had given up, he was ready to stop giving up and start giving on. So he did what any good gnome would do. He got his old job back. He climbed through a window of the Academy, sat down at his desk, and resumed working like nothing had happened, which he continues to do to this day. What he discovered while working there led him to get involved in the underground,​ the black market and other nefarious organizations,​ but that’s a story for another time.+Glim had lost his job, his home and his family in a few short weeks. There was no demand for a clerk, scribe, paper pusher or anything else Glim was qualified for. But there was one thing everyone, or at least a few people, knew about the G. Orslons: they never gave up, or at least rarely gave up. And while Glim certainly had given up, he was ready to stop giving up and start giving on. So he did what any good gnome would do. He got his old job back. He climbed through a window of the Academy, sat down at his desk, and resumed working like nothing had happened, which he continues to do to this day.
  
  
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 **Ninniwilli O. O. Siclormor** (age 100, male, son of E) **Ninniwilli O. O. Siclormor** (age 100, male, son of E)
  
-**Glimmerslim G. Glammorslon the Gnome** (age 52, male)+**Glimmerslim G. Glammorslon the Gnome** (age 51, male)
 **Mithilmil O. O. Mythmormor the Gnome** (age 67, female) **Mithilmil O. O. Mythmormor the Gnome** (age 67, female)