Dungeons and Badgers b
By Redwall-hare b
DISCLAIMER: Brian Jacques made Redwall, not me. And J.K. Rowling made the Harry Potter series, not me. b
DM = Dungeon Master b
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DM: Welcome to Dungeons and Dragons. I'll be your dungeon master for… the day until you get out of this world. Here are the rules: I created everything since this is my game. I control everything that happens. Well, not everything. Oh yeah, and I'm an all-powerful badger lord that can zap you to nowhere any second, so be good. Heh heh…
Hare: All right, let's get the bally game goin', wot! So where's me ol' weapon an' whatnot, chap? An' good ol' sidekick?
DM: Um. So what's your name?
Hare: Tipol.
DM: Hahahaaa… that's one heck of a funny name.
Tipol: Thankee, sah! *does an elegant leg*
DM: So.
Tipol: Soo. Where's my stuff?
DM: What stuff?
Tipol: Weapons, powers, sidekicks…?
DM: What a bother. You can have a paperclip for you sword, your very own super power of… bad knowledge, and your sidekick can be this mole I found wandering in Mossflower Woods.
Tipol: Paperclip? Bad knowledge? Mole?
DM: Wot? Wot?!
Tipol: Not funny.
DM: *cough* Now let's get on with the game!
Tipol: Woohoo.
DM: Bye. *pop*
Mole: Moi name be's Hurdor.
Tipol: Name's Tipol. Glad to meet ya, matey!
Hurdor: Burr aye! Oi 'as to go an' foind moi farmily afore we go anywhere an' bid 'em goodbye!
Tipol: Sure… and where exactly is your family?
Hurdor: Over yonder in Mossflower Woods, good zur.
Tipol: Yes, sah!
Hurdor: Oi'll be leading the way.
An hour later…
Tipol: Oh great. Woi'll be lost gudd zur.
Hurdor: Oi don't loiks it iffen you imitate me.
Tipol: Eh? Sorry.
Hurdor: That paperclip looks roight dangerous!
Tipol: Heh heh, I know. I found out its magical powers too. You just swish… and flick! Then it can cut through anything.
Adder: Hsss… Asmodeussssss…….!
Tipol: Yaaaaah!
Hurdor: 'ello, gudd mate.
Asmodeus: Hi.
Tipol: Um. *looks nervously back and forth*
Asmodeus: Hi hare. What's happenin'? Eating good, I supposssssse. You look pretty plump these daysssss…
Tipol: Is that your friend, Hurdor?
Hurdor: Yes. Et be moi gudd squirrel friend! She's stuck in that body, and we need to get 'er outa there, hurr hurr!
Tipol: Or so the 'nice little squirrelmaid' says…
Asmodeus: HSSSsssss… die… he's at Hogwarts…
Tipol: It couldn't be! Sirius Black?! b
A/N Ooh! What happens then? Who is this Asmodeus? Is he really Sirius Black or the squirrelmaid? Find out in the next chapter (I'll try and update daily… if I can try).
By Redwall-hare b
DISCLAIMER: Brian Jacques made Redwall, not me. And J.K. Rowling made the Harry Potter series, not me. b
DM = Dungeon Master b
b
DM: Welcome to Dungeons and Dragons. I'll be your dungeon master for… the day until you get out of this world. Here are the rules: I created everything since this is my game. I control everything that happens. Well, not everything. Oh yeah, and I'm an all-powerful badger lord that can zap you to nowhere any second, so be good. Heh heh…
Hare: All right, let's get the bally game goin', wot! So where's me ol' weapon an' whatnot, chap? An' good ol' sidekick?
DM: Um. So what's your name?
Hare: Tipol.
DM: Hahahaaa… that's one heck of a funny name.
Tipol: Thankee, sah! *does an elegant leg*
DM: So.
Tipol: Soo. Where's my stuff?
DM: What stuff?
Tipol: Weapons, powers, sidekicks…?
DM: What a bother. You can have a paperclip for you sword, your very own super power of… bad knowledge, and your sidekick can be this mole I found wandering in Mossflower Woods.
Tipol: Paperclip? Bad knowledge? Mole?
DM: Wot? Wot?!
Tipol: Not funny.
DM: *cough* Now let's get on with the game!
Tipol: Woohoo.
DM: Bye. *pop*
Mole: Moi name be's Hurdor.
Tipol: Name's Tipol. Glad to meet ya, matey!
Hurdor: Burr aye! Oi 'as to go an' foind moi farmily afore we go anywhere an' bid 'em goodbye!
Tipol: Sure… and where exactly is your family?
Hurdor: Over yonder in Mossflower Woods, good zur.
Tipol: Yes, sah!
Hurdor: Oi'll be leading the way.
An hour later…
Tipol: Oh great. Woi'll be lost gudd zur.
Hurdor: Oi don't loiks it iffen you imitate me.
Tipol: Eh? Sorry.
Hurdor: That paperclip looks roight dangerous!
Tipol: Heh heh, I know. I found out its magical powers too. You just swish… and flick! Then it can cut through anything.
Adder: Hsss… Asmodeussssss…….!
Tipol: Yaaaaah!
Hurdor: 'ello, gudd mate.
Asmodeus: Hi.
Tipol: Um. *looks nervously back and forth*
Asmodeus: Hi hare. What's happenin'? Eating good, I supposssssse. You look pretty plump these daysssss…
Tipol: Is that your friend, Hurdor?
Hurdor: Yes. Et be moi gudd squirrel friend! She's stuck in that body, and we need to get 'er outa there, hurr hurr!
Tipol: Or so the 'nice little squirrelmaid' says…
Asmodeus: HSSSsssss… die… he's at Hogwarts…
Tipol: It couldn't be! Sirius Black?! b
A/N Ooh! What happens then? Who is this Asmodeus? Is he really Sirius Black or the squirrelmaid? Find out in the next chapter (I'll try and update daily… if I can try).