Once, deep within the woods, there lived a rogue.  Solitary by nature, as some rogues are, she led a life dedicated to hunting the creatures of the woodlands, practicing her trapping skills to perfection.  As she gained in experience, her power only grew.  The monsters of the woods stood little chance against her, and she soon found herself becoming bored with her hunts.  She began to merely use but one or two of the rogue's many skills and techniques, seeing little point in using anything else.
 
 
 
 
 

  One day, as she was setting her deadly and invisible traps to catch the evils of the wood, she came across a sight she had not seen before.  A small child, lost in the woods, being closed in upon by goblins of the wood.  Goblins that would not be kind to her.  They mocked and laughed at the small girl, thinking sure they would have fun and food.

  This sight stirred something deep within the rogue's heart.  She had become little more than a trapping machine in recent times.  Cold and emotionless she hunted, using only that which was absolutely needed.  But this sight caused her Aisling spark to rise within her and grant her inspiration.  Traps alone could not save this child.  These monsters needed a more severe punishment.
 
 

  Hiding in the shadows, she snuck up behind one of the vile creatures and stabbed a soori deep into its back, and hid once more.  Confused, the Goblin stopped in its tracks, wondering what was going on.  As it flailed to reach the wound in its back, the others continued to advance upon the trembling waif.

  A well hurled insult in the tongue of the Goblin kind caused two more to fight with each other, halting their approach.  Yet another mighty Goblin found itself suddenly too tired to stay standing.  The small child could but stand in amazement as her assailants seemed to drop all around her without cause.

  Poison began to weaken the last of the monsters.  As it made its way to its human prey, muttering insults in broken phrases, the rogue appeared before it, standing between the hapless Goblin and the small child, scowling.

  "You will not take this child, monster!", she cried as she threw several soori into the once proud Goblin, finishing it off.

  The arguing monsters turned towards her and started to charge.  They suddenly found themselves falling into the very sharp  points of a rather nasty trap that had been laid before them.  The first of the Goblins she had attacked saw all its comrades fallen about the area, and panicked.

  It turned to run for the safety of the deep wood, but the rogue was not about to let it escape.  She rushed up behind it and plunged another soori deep into its back, ending its misbegotten life.  There was no escape for the wicked.
 
 

 With only the soundly sleeping Goblin left, there was no longer a threat to the child.  She stared in amazement at the rogue.  Her end was thought a certainty to her, and yet she lived.  Confused, stunned and terrorized, the small waif just stood in a state of stupor.

  The rogue smiled and comforted the child, feeling a warm feeling she had not felt in a very, very long time, having lived so long in the wood.  The child sobbed into her arms, crying "I was soo scared!"

  "There, there, everything will be all right now.", the rogue replied.

  For now this rogue had learned a lesson she could not have learned hunting alone in the woods as she had:
 
 
 

  Though her hunting had strengthened her skills and body, she had neglected to feed her soul.