My name is Sigurd and I am a young male Gnome with red wrangled hair, vividly green eyes and a pale complexion. I stand about 4 feet tall with a somewhat rotund build. My gnomish heritage comes from my father Murdoc the wise, and mother, Bilshadi. My father is a well-known tactician, and a fierce ranged combatant. My mother spends her days taking care of our homestead, and, until recently, looked over my growth. Often, I visit local taverns and converse with individuals from around the various lands, listening to stories of great battles and deeds. I have learned how to converse with people in a manner that disarms and leads to friendships. I am known as the sorcerer, but this is more to do with my shared ideas about how I intend to become a leader myself, rather than any real magical ability. I intend on unifying the lands I come across by raising an army of undead. Specifically, an army of undead beasts modified to provide them with additional armaments to enhance their battle capabilities. I intend on using diplomatic methods to settle disputes and to gain the trust of rulers, advising and guiding their hand. In this way I can forge a new land, one in which farms are assisted with the aid of the undead and the order of rule is maintained by undead guards, removing the stain of corruption. Eventually the rulers will need to be supplanted by myself in some way, but even I understand that in order to rule an entire world on my own is a fool's task, so this will need further deliberation. Perhaps I can create some method of communicating across long distances to give orders to figureheads. If there's one thing I've learned about the people of these lands, it's that people like the looks of their own kind in control.