Forest/ Jungle
Country/ State
9 Votes


Hits: 7617
Comments: 8
Ideas: 0
Rating: 3.8333
Condition: Normal
ID: 783


December 31, 1969, 7:00 pm

Vote Hall of Honour

You must be a member to use HoH votes.
Author Status


Little Dark


In the forest, there is a small vale where there are no cats, and only the battered ruins of a long dead mage named Gargamel.

History of the Feral Smurfs

Once upon a time there was a black mage who lived alone in the forest with no company but his familiar, a red cat named Azriel. The mage lived in relative comfort, and through his lifetime he created a diminutive race that he named the Smurfs. These little people were happy for a time, cleaning the mage’s tower and running little errands for him. This was not to last for long, as the mage was arrogant as most mages are, and soon allowed his familiar to chase, and eat the little smurfs it could catch as sport. He began to neglect the little folk, turning his attention away from them and to his other projects and ideas.

Some of the smurfs escaped their increasingly oppressive confinement under the heel of Gargamel the Black. They tired of the fear and terror of becoming the familiars next meal, left to scream as the beast toyed with them like a mouse. The population outside of the tower grew, gathering food and berries, learning to defend themselves from the predators of the forest. After so long in the confines of the tower some of the smurfs gained arcane knowledge, and the most erudite of these learned the casting of spells. (Smurfs are limited to 1st level spells)

Armed with their knowledge, the smurfs domesticated some of the wild animals, and within several generations, had tamed the animals with the use of magic. They soon took to breaking into the wizards tower at night and began to steal from him. At first he dismissed to missing silverware, and broken mirrors, but as more and more began to dissappear, it became a problem. The smurfs were stealing his food, his books, everything they could lay their little blue hands on.

Gargamel soon took to hunting the smurfs to end their depredations, but there were too many of them. His familiar, the sadistic Azriel vanished. Gargamel was distraught to discover that the smurfs had killed his feline, and was equally disturbed to discover their magical aptitudes. He tried in vain to defeat this menace that he had created, but it was to no avail. Painted with green pigments, dressed in leaves, the smurfs swarmed him, armed with glass tipped spears, and weilding kitchen knives the way a warrior would swing a 2 handed sword. The battle was bloody, with many of the feral smurfs dying underfoot, or in his hands, but the wizard was doomed by a thousand cuts from the diminutive weapons.

The feral smurfs rejoiced, and in a great ceremony, they looted the tower of anything they could and using the most potent of their magics (Create Fire) they burned the tower down.

The Present
The smurfs still live in the vale of Little Dark, as the locals call it, and fear it. The fear is perhaps unjustified as the smurfs seldom harm anyone who passes through their domain. Instead they are liberated of most of their possessions while they sleep. Those who wake up often see tiny people, dressed in odd snippets of cloth, painted green carrying away their food and goods. Only in the rarest cases will the feral smurfs attack, and then only mages after stealing all of their spell components and reagents.

The smurfs however, still retain their original function of cleaning and caretaking. A canny traveler who knows the lore of the faerie might think to leave out an offering for the ‘wee people’. In this situation, the old instincts take over, and after taking the offering of food, or wax, they will meticuluously clean and care for the persons belongings, provided they have the proper materials. If a hero had a suit of chainmail, and the proper oil, he would awaken to the mail having a bright well polished sheen. If not, they would do the best they could with what they had at hand.

If captured, a smurf demonstrates a good working of the common tongue, though in a hodge-podge fashion, as their own language has grown and changed from the original language of Gargamel to the modern form that they use in communication from one Smurf warren to another. If well treated, the smurf will resume the old duties it was created for, and of not it will try to escape and find others of its own kind. Smurfs can and do breed like rats, and can populate an area relatively quickly, but once a certain population level is reached, they level off in numbers and remain constant.

Too Much Coffee…not enough sleep

Additional Ideas (0)

Please register to add an idea. It only takes a moment.

Join Now!!

Gain the ability to:
Vote and add your ideas to submissions.
Upvote and give XP to useful comments.
Work on submissions in private or flag them for assistance.
Earn XP and gain levels that give you more site abilities.
Join a Guild in the forums or complete a Quest and level-up your experience.
Comments ( 8 )
Commenters gain extra XP from Author votes.

November 8, 2004, 13:47
Sorry, voted 3 instead of 4...

Another twist on a fairy tale and a good one at that. Enjoyable, and easy to incorporate into many settings.
(I certainly enjoyed the idea of Smurfs with glass spears poking Gargamel to death)
November 8, 2004, 22:56

Evil Smurfs!

November 9, 2004, 9:25
I have to give it a 4/5.
I could actually picture it like a little mini movie going on there. For some reason I expected to hear Papa Smurf narrating it...or Brainy Smurf.
November 10, 2004, 9:43

Make the song stop! The most fearsome cry in the forest is "LA, LA, LA-la-la-la,la,la,la, laaaaah!

It sends shudders down my spine. For all the wrong reasons. If you named them something other than Smurfs and Gargamel I don't think I would of wanted to throw up.

It is an original Grimm's fairytale version of the Happy Smurfs. This is what really happened, not that sugar sweeet junk they passed on TV. How Disney!
November 16, 2004, 21:52
It's kinda cool,the way Scras re-invents the litte blue men,ain't it?
Voted Dream
December 12, 2005, 20:58
Excellent to lighten up an otherwise mundane game. I would add that the feral Smurfs would attack anyone with a cat with a with horrible ferocity. At such times, some say they turn blue.

Also, although they breed like rabbits, their procreative activities are entirely mysterious, since there has never been but one single female Smurf observed, and she is obviously immature.
Voted Cheka Man
April 20, 2006, 21:17
I like it.
Voted valadaar
September 14, 2012, 11:27
Found this using unvoted, which is random, and this sub certainly fits the bill.

This is a neat take on the smurfs, which were an epidemic when I was growing up...

Random Idea Seed View All Idea Seeds

       By: Cheka Man

Within a kingdom the prince or princess has died or been killed and the Queen has been driven half-insane with grief.What if one of the PC's was mistaken for the dead prince or princess and not allowed to leave? There would be advantages in accepting the role, but would it be worth it?

Ideas  ( Plots ) | June 21, 2004 | View | UpVote 0xp

Creative Commons License
Individual submissions, unless otherwise noted by the author, are licensed under the
Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
and requires a link back to the original.

We would love it if you left a comment when you use an idea!
Powered by Lockmor 4.1 with Codeigniter | Copyright © 2013 Strolen's Citadel
A Role Player's Creative Workshop.
Read. Post. Play.
Optimized for anything except IE.