One night, as I sat in the meadows, a slight breeze began to blow. As I stared off into the distance, I could see what appeared to be a faint swirling of dust. It appeared to be moving toward me, almost as if it were alive in some way. I tried to stand, to move out of it's path, but I couldn't. All I could do was stare at it. As the dust swirl came closer, I could make out faces in it, hear voices coming from it. The voices seemed to be calling to me, beckoning me to join them. One voice spoke out above the rest. He said that my antics amused him and that by joining him, I would have special abilites. I'd be able to cause more mischief than I'd ever dreamed possible. All I had to do was step into the swirling chaos and all I desired would be mine. I couldn't help but wonder if all this could be true, but I also could not resist the lure of his promises. I stood and approached the swirling chaos. As I stepped into the swirl, darkness surrounded me, and I knew that I had become the Master Mischief Maker.

I am Nirri, master maker of mischief. As far back as I can remember, I lived in the meadows near a large human settlement. There were many of my kind, long ago. But as time passed, aspiring young warriors and magic users came to our fields and trampled our homes. I suppose they killed us for amusement, or to gather the few coins we carried. We lived in fear of these invaders, for we knew that each time the ground shook from their heavy footsteps, one of us might die.

As our numbers decreased, I decided that something must be done. I could not stand up to them in battle, so I decided that I should study them. Study their ways. Study their habits. I set out to learn all that I could about the ways of the invaders. I soon found that they valued their possessions above all else. Their magic scrolls and their weapons seemed to be most important to them. I found that if I took things from them, they would become irate and stomp back to their town.

Oh, how I enjoyed causing problems for them. The more mischief I could create, the better. I became more daring as time passed, and often ventured into the nearby town. I overheard talk of other settlements, in far away places. It was exciting to discover that the world was so big, and so full of people that could become my prey. By this time, nothing gave me more pleasure than watching a warrior die because I had his magic scroll. They are all so brave when they have them, but without them, they run to their temples to hide. I spent all my waking hours running from city to city, causing problems for these warriors and great magic users that had once trampled our homes.

One night, as I sat in the meadows, a slight breeze began to blow. As I stared off into the distance, I could see what appeared to be a faint swirling of dust. It appeared to be moving toward me, almost as if it were alive in some way. I tried to stand, to move out of it's path, but I couldn't. All I could do was stare at it. As the dust swirl came closer, I could make out faces in it, hear voices coming from it. The voices seemed to be calling to me, beckoning me to join them. One voice spoke out above the rest. He said that my antics amused him and that by joining him, I would have special abilites. I'd be able to cause more mischief than I'd ever dreamed possible. All I had to do was step into the swirling chaos and all I desired would be mine. I couldn't help but wonder if all this could be true, but I also could not resist the lure of his promises. I stood and approached the swirling chaos. As I stepped into the swirl, darkness surrounded me, and I knew that I had become the Master Mischief Maker.