The Adventures of Tasslehoff Burrfoot
Tales of Romance...wait, I didn't ask for this!
When the War of the Twins was over, Tas thought that he would put his hoopak down and retire. Ha! When he sees his house and home land devastated from the wars that rocked the lands, he changes his mind. The only thing he thinks to do is to grab a few things and a bit of food before he starts on perhaps the wildest adventure he will ever encounter.
Home and the Heartland...Huh?
Tasslehoff said goodbye to his newly acquired flying palace, giving it to the dwarf he'd met, and skipped down the road to his home. Just a little hut, but it was his, he just hoped the other Kenders had left a little left for him. He had even started whistling a little tune; he was so happy. That was...at least until he saw his house. It had been burnt to the ground with only a few spoons and dishes here and there.
He walked over as if he were in a daze, all of his stuff was gone. Gone was the necklace from the Rosebud household. Gone was the deed to the Featherhelm lands. Everything...Tas couldn't believe it. He shook his head and told himself in a Flint-like voice, "Well Tas, you were never really all that smart anyways. Otherwise, you'd've built the house out of brick! Doorknob of a Kender." He skipped down to the ruins and looked for anything that may have survived. Anything of any importance anyways.
Tas looked for about fifteen minutes before he became bored out of his mind. He meandered down the road to the small town, looking to see if any of the houses survived. He found the same for most of the other houses, burnt out shells or just burnt down anyways. "They never do think of saving the Kenders, do they?" He asked himself. He looked through those ruins, finding a few things that did see important, but very personal. These, of course, went straight into his pouches.
Tas made it to town to find a more peaceful scene. Not as many buildings had been burnt. There were an awful lot of Kenders there though. He spotted a few people he merely recognized before ducking into a shop to avoid possible hero status. He pulled out a ring, he didn't quite remember what it did, so he could barter for rations and such. He found a suitable pack, a week worth of rations, a new dagger, a similar ring to the one he planned on giving, and a small blanket. He set the ring on the counter before he ran out of the store to avoid anybody who may recognize him.
"The only problem with being a hero, not that I asked for it," he said to himself. Unfortunately for poor Tasslehoff though, was that his path led directly through the crowd in the center of town. He walked nonchalantly as if he weren't a famous person in any other part of the world. He walked through the crowd, thinking as he went, "Maybe I'm not so famous after all." That was, however, until he saw the sign.
WELCOME HOME! TASSLEHOFF BURRFOOT (HERO!)
Tasslehoff's heart sunk to his knees, so he was just as famous here as anywhere else. "Maybe, if I can get past the sign, no one will notice." Ha! Fat chance as someone just yelled out, "There he is!!" Tas ran for his life, a group of Kenders already latched on to his various pouches. He wrenched the Kenders off of his person and ran faster than when he had when an angry dragon had been behind him.
He ran until he got tired, but he found he'd run all that way for nothing. The crowd had given up the chase a while back, and decided they would wait until later. He looked down the road and sighed. "Well Tas, you'll be all alone this adventure. At least I won't be famous over the seas," he told himself. With that, he headed down the road, hoping it would take him to a sea port.