When cheese goes wrong: The sad tale of the Bounderhills
Long ago a young, fat Halfling who was quite jolly had a dream. It was
to own the biggest and best cheese factory in all of the Shire. This
Halfling just loved cheese but he also knew everybody else in the Shire
loved it too. As a smart business man he decided to start making cheese in
his home, perfecting its taste and smell. Over time the smell that wafted
from his home drew some interest from the inquisitive and hungry folk in the
Shire. The orders started flooding in and soon this young fellow had quite
a business on his hands!
Over the years this grew and grew until he was eventually able to build a
big cheese factory. Not only did this make lovely cheese for everybody, it
also created many jobs in the area. This Halfling became a very popular and
influencial chap. He got married and soon a young son was born.
A splendid story you might say? Well yes indeed it was but for the tragedy
that would befall them.
The Bounderhill's, for this was their given name, had also unwittingly
gained a few envious eyes and there were some who felt some resentment
towards this successful and popular man.
Late in the night, one of these fiends climbed into the cheese factory and
went to work on some of the machines. The next day a great tragedy unfolded
as one of the big cheese presses went berserk and mashed up a young worker.
Some awful magic had caused this to happen it was said, evil magic! The
Bounderhill's were ruined! A great disgrace to the Shire to have dabbled in
magic in such a way, a young life destroyed for the stupidity of one man.
To the shame of the family it was decreed that the cheese factory be torn
down and the name Bounderhill should never again be heard. Thus the
Blunderhill family name was bestoyed with much shame.
The family, now ruined and penniless were outcasted. The father and mother
shamed.
Their young son Piam, picked up his sword and swore to reclaim the family
name, to reclaim it's honor and to shun magic in order to prove the
innocence of his father.
Description:
An incredibly short Halfling stands before you with his head cocked
upwards in a display of total arrogance. He has a very stern look on his
face as he scans his surroundings. He appears to be ever so slightly rotund
though perhaps less than most of his kind. His fat little hands are wrapped
around one of his many weapons, the rest hanging from his belt. On his
armor you notice a small brooch in the shape of a hill with a small tree
upon it which looks very old. As he notices you look at him this Halfling
gives you a surprisingly menacing look.
