Dungeons & Dragons - Stories of the Godkissed - Dahk the Deer Hunter

The air was crisp and clean. There was a slight wind blowing through the forest, causing the dry leaves on the ground to rustle and swirl. In a sunwashed clearing stood a lone deer, slowly and gracefully grazing. About twenty feet away stood two large figures. One was clad in nothing but a few skins tied together and knee length fur boots. His long blonde hair was tied at the neck into a ponytail. At his waist he carried a warhammer, etched with powerful runes. The giant who stood next to him was clad in full plate mail, and carried at his waist a large powerful blade, which had a handle made of a vortex of energy. Looking at their faces, intently staring at the deer, one could easily tell which was the master and which the student. The mans face was intent and watchful, taking everything in. His sharp blue eyes were like polished sapphires. He stood completely still, checking with his tongue whether the wind was still blowing into his face, ready to move quickly and silently should the wind direction suddenly change, alerting the deer of their presence. The giant stood, jaw dropped, gaping at the deer, drooling gently. The man glanced the giants way and smiled. This would be fun, he thought.
"Why don't you try yourself," whispered Wulfgar. "I'm sure you have plenty of experience hunting creatures in the desert. This should be nothing compared to any of those elusive creatures."
"What? Oh. Yeah! Lots of experience in the desert. Hunted lots. Very easy." The giant blinked and continued to drool as he stared at the deer. When he saw Wulfgar moving away, he cringed. He'd never hunted anything in his life. But he was starving. He needed to eat.
Dahk inched closer, moving his massive bulk as silently as he could. Even then, he sounded like a dragon walking on loose gravel. When he was about ten feet away, the deer suddenly looked up, cocking its ears. Dahk instantly paused, trying to keep himself in balance. After a moment or two, the deer decided there was nothing and went back to grazing. Dahk moved forward again. The deer looked up again. Dahk paused again. After repeating this maneuver twice more, Dahk realised that he was close enough. Slowly filling his long pipe-like sandblaster with sand, he put it to his mouth and took aim at the deer. After a minute or so, making sure his aim was true, he let loose a volley of high velocity sand at the deer. It barked slightly before it died as the sand engulfed it, suffocating it. Dahk yelped in victory, jumping up and down a few times. Roaring in carnal pleasure, he walked up to the deer and looked over it. Then he saw what was wrong. He roared again, this time in agony, as he realised the entire deer was totally covered in sand. There was sand everywhere. Sighing in displeasure, which sounded like a tarrasque mating call, he pondered the problem. Then his little beady eyes lit up as he found a plan. Snapping his fingers in the air, he moved back a bit, and took a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he blasted the deer with a colossal gust of wind. Now, what he expected to happen, was that all the sand would get blown off, and he would have a nice, dead, un-sanded deer. But he didnt realise his strength, and as he blew, the entire deer was carried away. So imagine his surprise, when he opened his eyes, to be greeted by plain ground. His entire face scrounched up in befuddlement, and then he looked into the sky, and saw a small shape disappear over the horizen. A small deer-like shape. He screamed in displeasure and anguish and banged his fists on the ground, bruising them slightly. Then he sulked all the way back to the rest of the party. When he reached them, they were all on the ground, laughing hysterically. Seemingly they had all seen the deer as it passed over them.
He slouched on the ground at the edge of the camp, and began sharpening his finger nails.
"Ugh, damn deer. Wait. We're not through yet. I'll find you, and you'll be sorry. Oh yes, you will."