Life of Pihole

Music is said to flow through the veins of every halfling created by Bristlebane - some say our creator originally intended for us all to be bards, until he realized that we would not easily put our instruments down, clutching them even into the afterlife (to his chagrin). Rain or

"Condition report, soldier!", the Sergeant barked loudly. "All... all quiet sir", Guard Tolus replied nervously, with a slight hesitation, not wanting to trigger his superior officer's ill-temper unnecessarily. "What's that?? Speak up when you're spoken to! Did you see something or not?", Sergeant Slate of the Freeport Militia shouted, as

"Just talk to her for us Jabba, she needs to slow down her pace, or she's going to get us all killed", Vigil whispered quietly as he pulled Jabbadastabba aside, out of earshot from his master Arayn who was recovering from her wounds in the corner. "Have pity on us,

"Leaves are falling all around, it's time I was on my way, Thanks to you I'm much obliged, for such a pleasant stay, But now it's time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed

"WHY.. WON'T... YOU... JUST... LISTEN!!!", Chases angrily shouted at the large kodiak bear between punches. His eyes bloodshot as he screamed hoarsely, the wood elf druid had worked himself into a frenzy, as the charm spell wore off on the bear that was now attempting to flee. Nearby onlookers whispered

"You're not real Millers!", the arrogant paladin declared, as he accosted the adopted ogre brothers Tyrrk and Tiny on their family farm.  The hostility caught them by surprise, as the Miller family was known as much for their hospitality as their fresh produce, in the western plains of the Karanas.

After months of hard work and training, the fanatic had finally worked his way up from the lowest rung on the ladder to the top of the pyramid. Starting with menial tasks like clearing the sewers of sludge, he was eventually assigned to guarding the labyrinth which was so confusing

"Just a little longer, please. My brother will be here as promised, I know he will - and he needs our help", Knonan pleaded, "We shall pay double for your extra time." Antoenius wiped away the sweat from his forehead and swatted away yet another large mosquito, clearly annoyed but

It was customary in those days to send giftbearers ahead on missions of diplomacy, bearing the finest craftsmanship your kingdom had to offer - weapons and armor, along with the most savory foods of your lands, all to be presented as a gesture of goodwill at the opening feast. King

"Excuse me, could I ask you to accompany me to Oggok? I need your help to turn in a few items." I turned around - expecting possibly to see a lost ogre child, hopefully one that did not view me as bite-sized treat. Halfling druids like me are certainly not