The Gnoll

"Hello" said the Gnoll.

"Hello." God politely responded. There was a moment of silence. "So, how was your life?" God asked.

The Gnoll shrugged. "Well, I was born-" it paused. "I don't remember when I was born." The Gnoll shrugged again. "Anyway, I-" The Gnoll paused again. "Now that it comes to it, I don't remember much of anything except what happened a few hours before I died."

God gave a knowing smile. "That is because you were truely created only when the adventuring party entered the Grassy Gnollhide."

"Ohh...." said The Gnoll. There was another moment of silence. "Did you make me...to die?" asked the Gnoll hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm afraid I did." God responded.

"You also made me evil?" God nodded. "if you made me evil that means I never made the choice to be evil, which means that you made me attack-" the Gnoll began.

"Mikathror Dragontamer, Interalot the Uber-Mage, Cractaror the Hungry and their seven henchmen." God interjected.

The Gnoll continued. "Which also means that I have no free will, which means that I am just an extension of your will, which means that..." The Gnoll stopped in midsentence. Several moments later it continued. "That right now, you are asking yourself questions." God nodded in agreement. "Wow" The Gnoll said. "Why?" it asked.

"Because" God said "I do not have the ability to give you free will. That is something only the Dungeon Master of my universe can do, or so it would seem. Perhaps I have only as much free will as you." The Gnoll understood, then vanished, never to return, because his use and purpose in this story particle came to an end.