Deep Delver

While exploring the wilds of Praetoria, most gnomes of Nimbledook follow some kind of path. Zipta Tumblegrit, on the other hand, simply rappels off the edge, hurling herself into the unknown on a rope, confident it’ll hold. Probably.

She leaps across cliff faces and down chasms without fear or hesitation—fast, fluid, always in motion. She joins the fight against Craniax the Quick, his mercenaries, and their endless undead with the same logic she applies to everything: if it seems impossible, it’s probably going to be fun.

While the others are busy planning the perfect ambush, Zipta’s already dangling over the undead, marking targets between swigs from her canteen.

The odds are terrible. Reinforcements might never come. Zipta just grins, grabs her rope, and leaps—usually without looking.