Hello, young adventurer! My name is Darren. Darren the Dark Elf. I once took part in an adventure so incredibly epic it reaches past the scope of human imagination and understanding! But I will try to put it into words you can understand.
It all started this one night when I was sleeping in a tree. Down at the base of the tree slept my traveling companion, Gary the Dwarf. His arms were curled around Smitey, his trusty Battle-Hammer. Paprika the fairy was curled up in his beard.
It was just me in the tree. Me and the snake.
"Where did that snake come from?" I thought frantically. It slithered closer.
And closer!
Then I gave it a swift kick with my black leather boot. Whump! It landed below.
Gary let out a shriek.
"Ahhh!" He yelled. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, it's a snake!"
"Here I come, Gary!" I hollered, and jumped swiftly and nimbly to the ground like some kind of elven ninja. Which I was. Only around here they call us "Rogues."
I landed softly and pulled out my daggers with a flourish. I waved them around in front of me a few times to show the snake who was boss. The snake growled in return and bared its teeth.
"Take THAT vile snake!" I yelled, and slashed a zig-zag pattern into the snake's skin.
"Hiss!" yelled the snake, and lunged straight for my throat!
"Oh no!" yelled Gary.