Hey, everybody!
As I’m hoping to guess that you have guessed, my name is Elroy Jynxton McFritz, but don’t call me that. Call me Jynx. That’s the name given to me on my 37th half-birthday by my uncle’s third cousin on his mother’s father’s side and I must admit it fits me best, and it’s fun to say. I’m a youthful gnomish barbarian of 73, as of two fourth-days after last Kythorn (June for any of you non-mythical folk that might stumble upon my tales). I was able to tinker and toil and bang some scraps together into this here wordy-gig machine so I figured I would chronicle my journeys through the land of Faerûn. Unfortunately, this was supposed to be a bagel-baker and I’m still hungry so for now I bid you farewell while I find the nearest tavern that can do a better job at filling my belly than I apparently could.
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