#gilde

So out of character, I made Gilde as my first big dnd character about five or six years ago. She was a ranger because I understood that class the best when I just started dnd ^^. As I levelled her, she got her beast companion! Yay! That was Thyme, a big lovely fluffy giant badger. With Thyme being so big and Gilde, as a gnome being so small, Gilde could ride her and she even had a little windshield made to protect her from dirt as Thyme tunnelled and dug in the ground ^^. Now a few years later I started playing a Curse of Strahd campaign that I am.still playing right now and I decided that I wanted to rewrite Gilde as her class did not match her backstory, really. So now she's an artificer with a badger steel defender! I did manage to explain that all in her story though, so:

In character back story:

Gilde Fisher is the proud heir of a big toy making family in her home country: the Fisher-Price enterprise. She loves tinkering, making toys, making plushies and she loved experimenting with these. A girl with a (not so) secret love for explosions who would make exploding toys and fire breathing plushes with her little brothers. A great life, but not much adventure, besides her experiments with toys she made.

One day a big, scary woman entered town. A woman on a mission, a woman who everyone wanted to stay very far away from. Gilde got overwhelmed by the sense of adventure this lady gave, and she fell in love with her, with Conquest. She went with her on an adventure and went through many many hard times together. (This was Gilde's first campaign heh) The love didn't last, Conquest turned into a vampire (we don't have time to unpack all that) and Gilde took refuge in the Emerald Enclave, to rest, to heal. In her adventures she gained her best friend in everything though, her lovely furry baby: Thyme. A giant badger who loves three things: soft earth, big mushrooms and mama Gilde.

Gilde stayed there for a while, grew in her tinkering abilities, really found herself and became an artificer. Her confidence grew and she was a big help to the people there. But luck ran out, and on a day where a big old rotten tree had to be taken down... Thyme was too curious... and got too close. The tree fell right on her. A horrible accident, that couldn't have been prevented. Gilde's life was crumbling... Until an exceptionally shabby looking elf put his hand on her shoulder and told her "no worries, I can reach out and get her soul for you. I've needed practise anyway. No charge for all the help you give us" and he did. And in no time Gilde was standing there, with Thyme's soul in a cookie tin, in her hands. She grieved for a bit. But she picked herself up, and with this chance she got, this spark of hope for her beautiful baby, she got to work. And in many many months and years of work and fine tuning, she made 74YM3. With right in the middle the soul of her girl, still kept safe in a stroopwafel tin and being the same silly girl she always was. 74YM3 lovese four things: soft dirt, mushrooms, motor oil, and mama Gilde.

Now I'm playing them in a Curse or Strahd campaign with Snejkha and some other friends and hooo boyyyy we are going through it. Gilde lost her left hand for starters hhh, but she has a prosthetic now ✌️