Hi everybody. I can't seem to find my first story, so being the positive person I am, I decided to write another one! But don't worry about where's my Ma? I'm sure it'll turn up eventually. (crossing fingers and toes) Well enough of my dribble-drabble (What's that again?) let's get on with the story!
A walk with Fizban
Tas was happily skipping down the street his topknot of hair bouncing wildly. Next to him an elderly mage in mouse-colored robes walked, looking to be mildly confused.
"Where did you say we were going again?" Fizban asked, looking around as if he could spot it if Tas told him where to go.
"What do you mean 'Where are we going?'" Tas asked, only somewhat surprised (Fizban did this to him about twice a day). "You were the one who suggested we go to Palanthas today! You didn't tell me why though, or where we were going when we got there."
"Where's my hat?"
Tas sighed, "On your head." he said with lacking enthusiasm (rare in a kender). The befuddled wizard did this a couple times a day (if by a couple you mean 14).
"So where are we going?"
Tas sighed and took Fizban's hand; "Come on," he said leading the confused magic-user down a street.
Today was market day in Palanthas, and Tas wasn't going to miss out on the fun.
He wandered from shop to shop, stall to stall, with Fizban in tow. The curious kender (what kender isn't) looked at the merchandise, and a few objects even 'fell' into one of the kender's pouches.
Tas was having so much fun it took him five minutes to realize Fizban was talking to someone.
"Maybe we could get together sometime and trade spells!" the wizard was saying, "Fireball is my personal favorite. Wonderful spell. Just can't seem to recall the words, give me a second and I'll look them up…" Fizban took out his spell book, Spells for the Confused, and started flipping through it, all the while muttering, "Fireball, fireball… Where is that dratted spell?"
"Fizban!" Tas exclaimed.
"Where!? Stop him!" the old mage shouted.
"You're Fizban!" Tas cried, exasperated, "And how many times have I told you not to talk to strangers!?"
"I am?" Fizban looked quizzical.
"You are." Tas confirmed.
"Maybe so, but he isn't a stranger. His name is… Well I can't remember that but he looks familiar…I think his name is-"
"Dalamar!" Tas exclaimed.
Sure enough decked out in black, velvet robes with glittering, silver embroidery at the hems, was Dalamar.
"No, no… That's not it," the befuddled mage said, trying to remember the dark mage's name, "It's some thing with a 'G', Ginny, Gilberto, Gary…"
"Dalamar," the arch mage said, "My name is Dalamar."
"Really?" Fizban said, a wide, slightly foolish, grin on his face- he seemed interested in the evil magic-user, "Nice to meet you! My name is-What's my name again?" the befuddled wizard asked Tas, looking down at the, now-bored kinder.
"Fizban." Tas sighed. He should be getting used to this.
"Right." Fizban agreed, nodding his head once and turning around to face Dalamar, "I'm Fizban!"
Dalamar ignoring the elderly mage, turned to Tas and asked, "Why are you marching around Palanthas on market day with the god of good?"
"Well, you see, Fizban wanted to go to Palanthas today but he didn't tell me why, so when we got here we didn't know what to do, because Fizban forgot, and he didn't tell me, so we decided to-"
"Never mind." said Dalamar. "I came to ask if you would like to be head of the wizard's conclave, and maybe even teach me some of your powerful magic, my new shafi?"
Tasslehoff looked proud, "Why, I'd be honored. I am the most powerful mage on Kyrnn, and I-"
"Wake up you doorknob of a kinder!" Flint roared.
Tas sat bolt upright. "Wha?" Tas said confused. He looked over at Flint, "And who are you calling a doorknob?! I'm the new head of the wizard's conclave!"
"It was a dream you doorknob!" Flint shouted.
"So I'm not head of the wizard's conclave?" Tas asked.
"You're about as much the head of the wizard's conclave as I'm a pixie! "Flint snorted.
"Oh, well, I should probably find Fizban anyway, he's probably lost his hat twice by now."
So wacha think? I think it was pretty good for my first attempt at humor, and my second story on fanfic. But that's me. Feel free to express your opinions by using the purple box down there, and make me feel wanted! By the way I found Where's my Ma?