Namfoodle Nackel

Namfoodle Nackel is a gnome bard and adventurer. He joined the Salmon Bank Adventuring Group in late March 1499 and hates it when anyone calls him anything other than his full name or his last name. He has a severe distrust of mules, calling them ‘fake horses’. He has a strong sense of honor, and will defend the honor of him or his friends to the death.

Early life
Namfoodle Nackel was born in the woods near new Amertod. Nackle’s mother was not around for much of his life, leaving before Nackle was a week old. Whenever Namfoodle asked about his mother, the council would always say that she offensive and confrontational woman, who should never have been anywhere near Amertod and was a disgrace on the great family of the Nackels, that such a high ranked member of the court to commit such a deed, in wedlock. His father never spoke of her, only saying that her blood courses through young Namfoodle Nackle’s veins, and one day he would find her, and she could answer his questions herself. Bullied at a young age, for his brash aggressive nature and his fat hands, his father taught him the art of the kazoo, a family tradition in the Nackle line. His father used to jest for the large councils that congregated there. Nackel followed in his fathers footsteps, and went off into the entertainment industry, yet his 2 brothers, both older decided to go into the gnomic military, protecting key gnomic cities and outposts.

At the age of 110, namfoodle left the shelter of the forests and his people, to go work in Yudenfros, hopefully being able to perform in front of royalty and great leaders like his father once had.

Loss of the Kazoo of Erbis
It was at the coronation and changing of power of the great Duckhand, where his most famous performance took place, causing many of battle hardened veterans and satanic preachers alike to weep at the sheer beauty of his kazoo-manship, and he secured himself a place as jester of the new kings court. But on his way to the palace, the poor naive nature of the gnome was taken advantage of, and all of his possessions, including the kazoo of Erbis, who was of his ancestors, and the most famous kazooer to date, one of the last surviving artifacts of old Amertod, before the dreaded alchemical experiment, were stolen, by one who disguised themselves as the very mule meant to carry him up to the palace.

Kazoo Commendations
Namfoodle Nackel is the most skilled kazoo player in Abar. He has brought listeners to tears on many occasions. He was made famous throughout the lands, after a heart-wrenching performance of a gnomic legend performed in verse.

Adventuring
Not knowing what to do without his trusty instrument, Namfoodle Nackle returned back to Amertod, and asked his family and the council for advice, but to his horror, they cast him out and said that he may never return until he plays the kazoo of Erbis again. The council said that he wasn't worthy of the name Nackel and that it was a sign of honor and and that Nackel had none of that, and they had every right to take it away from him. They said that he deserved his mother’s name, the name of a good for nothing wench. They shouted at him saying a half breed like yourself should never have been allowed to grow up here, but we gave you a chance, and This is what we get. Nackel’s father managed to persuade them not to execute him, but that he would undergo the quest, and bring back the kazoo. Before he left, Nackels father was granted one last conversation, in which he told his son, “ she loved you more then you could ever know, but they ran her out of the city. It took an entire army to merely drive her away, so strong a woman, and such a caring mother at the same time.” The guards then took Nackel to the surface, and his very own brothers threw him out of the city he had known his entire life, leaving him alone in the world. On his journeys he crafted a kazoo out the trees around Amertod, a small reminder of what he had to achieve. In his mental fall, he stumbled into a tavern in Culfrissie, dejected and always with a pipe in his mouth, instead of a kazoo. In between his puffs and sobs, the land lord heard the beauty of the gnomes voice, and noticed that he had an instrument on him, and offered Nackel a job, and his life seemed to be on the upslide again, with more people visiting the tavern again, and a room provided by the landlord, he became familiar with the instrument he once loved, and has only ever beaten up a single customer, a half elf, for addressing him as merely Namfoodle, and saying "I may be short, and there may not be a lot of me, but I have more honour in my small body than your entire species does in their large kingdom."

To this day Namfoodle Nackle continues his search for his mother, wondering where she is, or even what she is, as he tries to cling to his last bit of ancestry.