The Gnomic Creed

From far, from eve and morning,
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Gnomes know that we come from the winds, and to the winds we shall return; we know that all life is perhaps a knot, a tangle, a blemish in the eternal smoothness. But why should this make us unhappy? Let us rather love one another and work and rejoice.


Gnomes can be found in every corner of Ardem, and they are loved by every race. Though not carelessly cheerful, gnomes tend not to get mired in existential quandaries as other races do. They know that there is great sorrow in the world; they know that the pieces do not always fit. But gnomes rarely let this get in the way of their pursuit of knowledge, familial comfort and technological innovation.

Most gnomes are city-dwellers, living with their clans wherever humanoid settlements crop up. Due to their skills as inventors, tinkers, gem-cutters and wizards, they are welcomed wherever they go.

Gnomic society is based on art, gadgetry and wit. Practical jokes are admired, as are good storytellers. Gnomes love technology almost as much as they love a perfect jewel, and have devised countless gizmos and machines to make their lives easier, or at least more fun.

Gnomes are a friendly and fun-loving race, as evidenced in their many festivals and parties throughout the year.



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