// Apologies just to Stephen this time.
A half-orc, a human, and an elf were all out adventuring together, when they found themselves unexpectedly caught in a teleport trap and stranded on a desert island, surrounded by sharks. Left with no magic with which to return, they made camp as best they could, subsisting off rations and the berries which grew on the island.
For two weeks, they grew more and more despairing, when they noticed a jeweled bottle wash up onto the beach. Knowing that the GM would never just drop a named item into the game without a good reason (
), they grabbed for it. As they did so, a column of smoke and wind blew out of the mouth of the bottle, and a Djinn appeared.
"By the Law of the Djinn," he intoned, "I must grant the Bearer of my Bottle Three W-..", he paused, eying the three adventurers clutching the bottle. "Hmm. I see. Very well, I will grant Each of the Bearers of my Bottle One Wish apiece."
This being said, he turned first to the human. "And what is your wish, sir?"
The human barely needed a moment to consider: "I wish to return to Port Hempstead and my friends."
The Djinn nodded. "Done." In a flash of light, the man was gone. Next, the Djinn turned to the elf. "What, then, is your wish?"
The elf, too, needed little time: "I wish to return to my home in Haven, and my wife." Nod. Flash. The half-orc was then alone on the beach.
The Djinn turned to the lone figure. "And you?" The hulking half-orc's face screwed up with indecision and puzzlement. The Djinn grew impatient: "Come on, you've no idea how long I've been trapped in there! Make your wish, that I might see my own family and friends again."
This seemed to strike a chord, for the half-orc's face turned morose. "Friends," he murmured, "Lonely." Then his face brightened with a smile. "Grok wish he had friends back!"
*flash-flash*