A Small Deer....
Here is one from back when I played EQ2. It always makes me laugh...
Rescued from the rolling oceans, I arrive at the Isle of Refuge. Dressed in rags and armed only with a rusty knife, I’m blooded in battle with ..a small deer.
Slaying my foe, I go on to earn the gratitude of my fellow refugees. In a short time, I have become famous for my prowess and skill with sword and bow. Leaving the Isle something of a hero, I head for Qeynos where, in the shady glades of Oakmyst forest, I barely survive an encounter with…a small deer.
Time has passed. The strength of my arm has grown. Equipped with fine weapons, dressed in good leather armour and armed with more than a few powerful spells I head into the wilds of Antonica. But in the shadow of the Claymore, all of my training, skills and courage does not prepare me for the violent onslaught of…a small deer.
Antonica is too small for me. It holds no challenge now. I venture out to the Thundering Steppes to do battle with mighty centaurs, terrible griffons and towering hill giants whose footsteps shake the very earth as they charge towards me. I wear the finest chain and my blades are imbued with powerful magic. But alas, as powerful as I have become, I am barely a match for.. a small deer.
The Steppes are but a memory. Many leagues have I travelled since then and I have bested many foes. Undead lords have fallen to my blades, great treants have felt the bite of my steel, my spells have scattered shadowy demons and sent them howling back to hell. I take ship for the Enchanted Lands but…no! It cannot be! For all that I have learnt, for all that I have done and seen, for all the blood, battle and death, I am once again forced to flee in fear from..a small deer.
I have heard tell of the land of Zek. I fear not the orcs that dwell there, nor the other dangers that this land might hold. But I have heard a terrible rumour, that in a hidden glade in that desolate land there dwells a band of .. small deer.
I despair. For it seems that no matter how powerful I become, nor to which far flung corner of these shattered lands I travel they will always be there. I could wield the swords of the gods themselves and cast them down from their celestial thrones. I could make the lands of Norrath tremble in fear of my wrath, but it would matter not. For even in the coldest recesses of the void, in darkest reaches of time and space, I know that out there somewhere there lurks.. a small deer