Topic: An obsession created: The history of "brownies".

TorinUnderbough

Date: 2009-02-06 07:57 EST
It was a simple task given to the group of us. Hah! Group indeed, consisting of a Human Mage who swore he was Dwarven, an Elf, a bard, and myself, the ever important thief.

Hey, ya gotta keep the funds somehow. Make do where and how you can.

Anyway, we were given the task of recovering 3 small items from various dwellings of nobility throughout Quibble. As any good merchandise merc would do, I familiarized myself with the appearance of the items, taking in little about the actual importance of the items. Didn't sound like it would be too difficult. I could procure the items myself from the homes without so much as a noise being made. However, being as young and inexperienced with such tasks as I was, the bard was paired off with me.

Let me tell you, that was the clumsiest bard I had ever met, and being around halflings and gnomes, I had met my share.

The first item was left to the Mage"a book of or for something, I cared not enough to listen past the physical description. It was brown and about 3 inches thick. The binding was torn toward the top. The recovery of the second item, a goblet, was assigned to the Elf. He seemed well-suited for the task in comparison to the Mage, who I didn't believe was suited for anything other than breaking rocks with hammers.

Then came the final task assigned to me and "Ow I stubbed my toe" the Bard. We were to locate a small silver necklace with a ruby as the centerpiece. I could only begin to imagine the beauty of the piece. The shimmer in the moonlight, the weight upon my hand when it was lifted, how beautiful I would look"considering I had the group believing I was a woman"with it draped around my neck.

Sometimes I think I should have been born female. Oh well, back to the story.

We were given three possible locations of the necklace, one of which turned out to be a cattle field where a house had once stood. "Moron' tried to tell me it may be underground. I wasn't really surprised. The second address led us to a small house towards the middle of the residential sector. It was a lovely little home, appearing to be full of life. This didn't interest me much. Life and hospitality didn't sell very well on the market.

"Let's try this one", Two Left Feet stated.

Sighing I followed, knowing full well that my response was unneeded even before she began to prance towards the home. The only sound came when I slipped my lockpick set back into my pocket after successfully opening the back door. Upon entering the house a wonderful aroma filled my soul. What was this smell"

I looked about curiously, hoping to quickly locate the source.

"Come on, we need to search", Thunder Feet pleaded. I knew the necklace wasn't in this house. I can smell jewelry, and this home would be lucky to afford copper.

I was too focused to respond. What was that damned smell" It was at that point that SuperStooge announced "brownies", pointing to the top of a counter I could not see halfway up.

"Duh", I thought to myself. "Why would it be something I could see from two feet above the ground", I asked myself while trying to figure out why I didn't improve my field of vision by standing on furniture.

Brownies? I had never had brownies before. There must have been hundreds, all lined up for a party or something that was happening during the day. Buzzkiller mumbled something, but I still to this day don't know what the words were.

All I remember is diving headfirst into the pile of brownies, eating, snorting, devouring. I never had enjoyed a moment so much in my life. Brownies literally owned every inch of my being for that moment. Pigging out was an understatement. I ate so many brownies the world began to spin more and more rapidly. I couldn't stop myself. I had to eat more. My stomach screamed, my throat swelled, yet my hand kept grabbing and my mouth kept chewing.

To this day I am not allowed in the town of Quibble, having failed the first task I was ever given. I know not where the necklace was, or what happened to Dragonbutt the Bard, the Elf or the Mage HuDwarfman. I know only that my obsession with brownies was created in that house, and I find it to be one of my only weaknesses.

Mmmmm...brownies.