Hairy Feet and such.

Well, of course I have played a halfling/hobbity character, complete with the straight outa da shire hobbutt slang, and have enjoyed them thoroughly. In 2e, they had great thievery bonuses, like skulking around, hiding, (I once hid in an orcs underpants, soiled I believe) as well as hearin, and things.

So there I was, the terror of HobbitTown, hairy feet, both the tops, and bottoms, and my round(also hairy) HobButt, anywho, Mike, the GM, was working on the poor combat system of the 1e/2e, and had decided when fighting monstery nasty things twice your size, damage also related to knockback, i.e. ten point of damage is equal to flying ten feet. Not so good to be a shorty.
Soon thereafter I was known as the Flying Hobbit for obvious reasons.

I did have some successes in posing as a small child, and sneakthievery, but disliked being manhandled by bigger characters, picked up and shaken like a martini by local guardsmen, or thrown about like a ball by giant types.

On one occassion, when I was playing a Widgett, I or maybe III, not sure, my party and I were forced to "guard" the Duke's daughter on her way south for some great event. We were of decent level, trying to be bannermen, if the occasion arose, and thought nothing of it.

She, the daughter, got us into alot of trouble as the socialite, where we became more servants than guards, and she would drag us hither and yon, and all the while, spoutting vile slurs at our dwarf, doubting the elf's sexuality, and since there were no gnomes, propositioning the halfling, cause she has never had a Hairfoot before, but loves her Stout, or perhaps she and the elf could look for a REAl man.

We could not just put her in a sack as much as she deserved it, but it was light fare, humorous enough to laugh out loud, but serious enough to protect our reputation as fighting men. It was a difficult situation since we were not noblitity but wished to become so, so we did the best we could to look professional while getiing into all sorts of "queer" adventures. We did arrive for the Grand Ball on the specified day, with as much of her virtue in tact as we could help, but wished to be landed vassals far from the Duchy, somewhere near a hostile, threatened border, far from the pageantry of nobility.

Getting something from point A to B sounds easy, but if it does not cooperate well, it can lead to all kinds of trouble.