Greetings!
I have been reviewing some of the applications submitted to the Guide Program and found this question to be one of my favorites. Take a look at what some of your fellow adventures have come up with:
You are a Shadowknight traveling along a forest path when you happen across a group of Halflings enjoying a Misty Thicket Picnic. Your stomach rumbles ...
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And I quickly draw my fabled two handed sword off my back and rush the group of Halflings, kicking the first to the dirt and with a clean swing of the sword killing another, after killing all the Halflings I would start a fire and enjoy a "true" morsel and thank the dark lords for a wonderful meal other then maggot bread.
What a sweet little sight. The little child-like Halflings huddled on their little picnic blanket giggling and chatting seemed so unaware of the dark and hulking figure from the trees. Cat quiet, the Dark Elf crept to the edge of the tree line for a better view.
Her name, Azriel...named for the very demons of hell, spawn of the shadows. Her profession, Shadowknight...follower of Lucan lover of blood and carnage. She intended to slaughter the four Halflings and enjoy a bit of the picnic they shared.
It had been many long days since Azriel had partaken of a good meal, and the Halflings are renowned for their hearty diets. Now, the question was, should she try to outwit them and convince them to allow her to go in to their picnic with them, or cut them down where they sat.
The evil in the pit of Azriel's stomach won out at the thought of the laughter ringing constantly in her ears...and she sprang forward with a mighty swathe of her claymore and took two with one swing. The lifeless bodies fell quietly to the ground of the thicket. As the two remaining Halflings drew swords and attempted to defend their fallen comrades, Azriel took another mighty swing of the heavy sword and laid another to rest.
"Why?" cried the sole remaining Halfling. She was so small and seemingly frail, that, for one moment, Azriel faltered, "Why would you slay my brothers like this Dark One? Have you no since of fairness? You've given us not a chance to even defend ourselves!"
"I am a Shadowknight foolish little Halfling scum. I take what I desire and I desire your picnic meal." But Azriel felt the torment that always came after the mindless slaughter ensued. The cures of the Shadowkinght...pure evil and shadows.. but with a terrible conscience to torment them for all eternity.
With the struggle of self already beginning, the little Halfling swung her daggered fists in a fury that was unparalleled in Azriel's lifetime and connected squarely in the gut... but not before Azriel once again brought down her mighty sword and slew the little person spilling blood upon the very picnic that began the whole mess to begin with. Azriel dropped to her knees and wept. For the pain in her stomach. More, however, for the little Halflings she'd slain.
She pulled from her pack a first aid pack and bandaged her wounds and used her only healing ability to patch herself, and looked down at the, now ruined meal. Azriel sighed deeply, and continued down her path stomach still rumbling.
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Well as a shadow knight attuned to evil you would make an attempt at the halflings picknick. If they stand in your way cut them down for getting in the way of your ultimate objective.
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You draw your sword, careful to escape notice. You utter a spell under your breath, rendering yourself invisible before you begin to creep towards your goal. You leap forward, impaling one of the Halflings upon your sword as you become visible. The others begin to panic, running towards the safety of the forest. You act quickly, engulfing them in a festering darkness that slowly weakens them while freezing them in place with terror. You then finish them off at your leisure and begin preparing them for your lunch. Halfling sandwiches sound mighty tasty right about now...
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I then have lunch - Halfling tartar.
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The Halfling notices me and stares. His body seems small and boney. He starts to move his hands towards mine, The Misty thicket picnic coming closer to me. I can smell its warm scents. Knowing I wont get much out of his flesh I decide to share the picnic with my new friend.
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Its been about an hour since I had my last meal meaning harm touch is up and ready to fetch me my next meal .... of Misty Thickey Picnic of course, geez what kind of sick being do you think I am? A troll?
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A grim smile crosses his lips as the smell of misty thicket picnic and Halflings waft his way. His hands rise as he mumbles quietly. The Halflings find themselves engulfed in darkness. They are frozen in terror as one by one, their unseen foe, weaves his magic upon them. They find their life force being sucked away slowly. As the last Halflings eyes close forever, he sees the culprit. A Shrouded Darkelf steps from the shadows helping himself to their picnic.
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... and my eyes narrow with animosity. Halflings. Halflings. The most despicable of all Norrathian races. Halflings should not be allowed to walk on two legs. They should slither on the ground like the snakes they are. Eating, drinking and singing all day... How retched. If only Innoruuk could see this, he would put an end to this... this... "merriment". I must do my Lord's bidding. I gather shadows from the darkness around me and stealthily walk towards the nearest Halfling. I can almost smell the "love" emanating from this foul creature. I can stand it no longer. I draw the blade that my most awesome Lord has cursed. They never saw it coming. The first Halfling was down in one stroke. Another, impaled on my might blade whilst he stared at me with utter fear in his eyes. Ah, fear. The third Halfling tried to run away but a rapid utterance of dark words made his task most onerous. I have no time for this. I call forth a trusty servant to finish this task. I cannot touch! this food, it has been tainted by those... things. Perhaps I could make some Halfling stew. My trusty steed will see me back in Neriak in no time.
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You can see that these are no normal Halflings. Although short in stature their armor and weapons tell you they are not merely out for a stroll. These Halflings are on a mission. Suddenly from out of seemingly nowhere an arrow appears at your feet. You quickly scan the forest and high in the tree's about 100 meter's from the picnicking party sits a Halfling ranger with his bow at the ready. By now the whole Halfling party has dropped their picnics, grabbed their weapons, and are starting towards you. You are unsure what to do so you call out to them that all you want is some food. Unfortunately for you they do not understand your language and instead they take it as a threat. The ranger sends another warning shot at you, narrowly missing you and imbedding itself into a tree near you. Taking the hint you start backtracking down the path away from the Halflings. They continue to advance towards you but they take no aggressive moves. The hate inside you is slowly growing but you are smart enough to know that even the power that you get from the hate is no match for this band of Halflings. Eventually the Halflings stop advancing towards you and instead watch you as you head the way you came, deep into the forest and eventually the desert where you have spent the past fortnight. Your only hope is that you will find an unsuspecting animal which you can exact your rage upon, which will quell your hunger (in many ways).
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I cut the victims down and steal their picnic basket. Naturally, I search them for any valuables I maybe steal from their soon to be rotting corpses. I would then settle into enjoy the rest of their picnic basket for which I slaughtered them originally.
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My undead servant and myself tear into the group of Halfling slaying them left and right. I throw away their pathetic picnics, instead choosing to flay the meat off of there bones and roast it over the fire making my own version of a "picnic".
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First, I gather the shadows around myself to conceal my presence from the munching Halflings. While I am cloaked in darkness, I sneak into the middle of their camp. Their leader is a squat little thing with a black top hat and the vest of a mayor. Smiling to myself, I cast off the shadows and extend my hand towards the lead Halfling, a dark red sickly glow emanating from my palm. I turn to address the other Halflings and say, "Surrender me your picket, you vile creatures, or I shall drain the life out of your beloved leader..." I turn back towards the man in the vest and smirk at his pale face. "Though he doesn't look like he's got much life left in him..." As quickly as possible, they pack up the food hand it to me and I set myself back upon the path I was walking previously. Enjoying my newly acquired meal.
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I stand in the shadows feeling at home in the darkness. Watching and learning. There are only 3 Halflings sat in a group. They are all sat facing there home of rivervale, the foolish things. They think they are so safe and secure near the home. If they had wandered long and far hated as I have they would know to never leave there backs undefended. I have already realized that its a master and his 2 apprentices out here and that only the leader is a threat. I creep slowly and carefully behind him and before he can even respond I hit him with my harm touch, weakening him already. Gib my faithful pet attacks at command as I weaken him further stealing his strength. As he falls to the ground gasping his last breathe Gib turns to the apprentices who realize that they are outmatched and outclassed run screaming into the forest terrified of the evil that pervades the air around me. Swiftly I collect the remains of there picnic and pick over the corpse of their slain leader looking for valuables platinum and gold coins from his pocket, A nice sword laying in the grass and food as well . Not a bad haul. Quickly I disappeared back into the gloom of the forest and put distance between myself and the campsite. Knowing the two who ran will bring help back soon. I head towards Runnyeye knowing there i can take some refuge and enjoy the plunder.
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As you think of how tasty Roast Halfling Toes are. Calling on the powers of Innoruuk you ensnare one of the fatter Halflings in a grip of terror while brandishing your Innoruuk's Dark Blessing. The ferocity of your attack combined with your shouted war-cry cows the other Halflings into running away as fast as they can, leaving you alone with your soon to be roasting victim. A humorless smile begins to appear on your face as you enjoy the sheer terror emanating from this morsel and you stride to where he is standing quivering in fear. Deciding that a slow roast on a spit is the order of the day, you cuff him across the back of his head in order to preserve the natural juices within... It is turning out to be a good morning.
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Once I spotted the Halflings I knew right then and there that their lunch would be mine. The process of getting it I thought would not have been so complicated. As I approached with an evil laugh I saw fear run through their eyes. To my surprise the four little heads all turned towards me as if they were staring through me. Right at that moment a huge grizzly batted the back of my head. As I stood their dazed the Halflings rose up and began to flee the scene. As I saw this I began to chant my ancient spell of grasping doom that would impede their hot escape. As I ran towards them I looked to see that the Grizzly was also chasing me. Using what skill I could muster with my blade I swung and clipped the giant beasts leg. As he went down helpless the Halflings turned back and began to approach me. Their strange love of this creature propelled them to offer me their lunch in return for not slaying the Grizzly. Being a man of the darkness I hesitated to agree to such terms. However, I was hungry and did not know how long it would take to prepare a beast of this magnitude. This is when I steadfastly agreed to their terms. As they all ran away I opened up their picnic basket and to my surprise it was empty! Double crossed and hungry I sat watching the crippled bear hobble away. For the record I didn't think that I would be eating for five that night.
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Greeting's fellow travelers. How do you fair this wonderful day? I see you partake of a fine meal there. Could that be fine Jum Jum wine and marmalade sandwiches and aged cheese? It has been a very long time since I have tasted the fine foods from Misty Thicket. Could it be possible to purchase a sample to revive my taste buds and recall a fond memory of the Summer I spent by the Rivervale lake fishing and relaxing with your fine people.
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Well, how kind fair people, but I would be so happy to pay for this fine picnic basket, but if you insist I will be happy to take it at not charge. However I will lend you a hand as you travel onward.
WooF !
Robyn L. Vallée
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