"Scott's Gnolls"

One thing of note, I introduced the party to Gnolls for the first time during Session 10. Around the gaming tables of both groups I play in, "Scott's Gnolls" evokes a sense of uncertainty and dread. Scott (who plays with Brian in the Saturday 3.5e game) ran games way back in the AD&D days and his Gnolls were every bit as crafty and dangerous as PCs. They hunted in packs, they used tactics, they tracked you down and hunted you to exhaustion, then they would play with you like a chew toy until they were ready to go in for the kill. As much as we came to admire and hate Brian's Orcs for their military might and regimen, we outright feared Scott's Gnolls for their intelligent application of their feral skills.

Imagine your common wolfpack (or hyena pack) but man-shaped and just as intelligent, possessing the natural abilities and tendencies practiced over hundered or thousands of years. Now you just attracted their attention. You know there's a pack of them and you see a few, but you know and feel more...watching, waiting...for just the right moment when the packlord signals them in for the kill...

You run...thinking you got away, but then you feel it...that dread...that sense that you're wrong...heart racing, scanning the brush, trees, squinting into the tall grass...

You feel something on your side, look down and an arrow, slick with your blood is sprouting from you. You look up again and as things go dark, you see them circling and closing in, sensing their Hunt is at an end...

Yeah...Scott's Gnolls are something to rightly be feared....even after all these years...