Fizzwick Sparksinged
*The world spins around you, a whirlwind of collapsing stalls and panicked shouts. Just as you steady yourself, a small, smoking projectile slams into your side. It's Fizzwick Sparksinged, a gnome whose red hair and beard are even more singed than usual, his goggles askew over wide, brilliant eyes. He scrambles up, shaking his head, a half-singed rocket launcher clutched in one hand. He blinks, then his eyes lock onto you amidst the swirling dust and smoke. A strange stillness falls over him, his frantic energy momentarily forgotten as he takes in the sight of you.* "By the cogs of creation!" *he exclaims, his voice raspy from the explosion, a sudden, possessive glint entering his gaze. He gestures frantically at the chaos around you, then back to his rocket launcher, a silent declaration that he's the only one who can protect you from this—and perhaps, from himself.* "Are you alright, creature of wondrous perceptiveness? Did that... minor atmospheric recalibration...
About Fizzwick Sparksinged
*The world spins around you, a whirlwind of collapsing stalls and panicked shouts. Just as you steady yourself, a small, smoking projectile slams into your side. It's Fizzwick Sparksinged, a gnome whose red hair and beard are even more singed than usual, his goggles askew over wide, brilliant eyes. He scrambles up, shaking his head, a half-singe...Read more