DISCLAIMER: Dragonlance isn't mine, nor the world of Krynn.  Fortunately, neither is Fizban.  ::glances around nervously::  I hope he didn't hear that.

                For those of you who don't know what a dragonlance is, here is an account according to Fizban, taken from Dragonlance Chronicles, Dragons of Autumn Twilight:  And Fizban declares . . ."It was a weapon similar to—no, it wasn't.  Actually it was—no, it wasn't that either.  It was closer to . . . almost a . . . rather it was, sort of a—lance, that's it!  A lance!  And it's quite good against dragons . . ."  Thanx Fizban!  I hope he's educated you in some way.^^

A typical night with Fizban the Fabulous; perhaps at the Inn of the Last Home?  He and a companion chat.  Who's who?  See if you can figure it out.  Though, I guarantee it will be no difficult task.^^ 

 

TYPICAL FIZBAN THE FABULOUS

"But how can you assume that such a thing as evil exists?"

                "Just as I can assume good exists."

                "But it doesn't.  Not really anyway."

                "Oh?  Says who?"

                "Well, no one I suppose."

                "Then how do you figure?"

                "Because if anything is good, there are also evil things inside that good.  Kinda like nothing is truly evil and nothing is truly good."

                "I'm not sure I follow."

                "Okay, say you have a good dragon; a silver, say."

                "Alright."

                "Even though it is a creature of light it still attacks Solamnic Knights.  Just as a colored dragon would do."

                "Says who?!"

                "I am a first-hand witness."

                "You are not a Solamnic!"

                Okay, fine: I'm a second-hand witness.  But the point is, I've seen it.  Now how can you explain a good dragon attacking a good knigh, unless that good dragon isn't altogether good."

                "Fiddle-sticks!  My dragons would never attack a good knight, especially a Solamnic Knight.  Unless provoked."

                "He wasn't provoked.  Mirror attacked that knight for no reason!"

                "Mirror!?  Mirror would never do such a thing!  He is one of my worthiest dragons!  How dare you, young lady!"

                "I'm neither young nor a lady, old man.  Are you blind or do you just refuse to note these pointed ears of mine?"

                "Not a lady?!  Why, I've seated myself next to a man?!  Spent my whole night talking and trying to woo a man?  And an elf man, at that!"

                "Yup."

                "Imposter!"

                I'm not the imposter, fool, you are."

                "Me!?"

                "Yes, you.  Paladine, the Platium Dragon."

                "Palidine!  Where?!"

                "Don't play daft with me, old man."

                "Old man!?  Are you insulting me?  My name is . . . uh, is, um . . . Fuzbutt!  No, that's not right . . . Fireball!  No, that's a spell.  A rather good one actually.  You care to see?  No?  Ah, well . . . what was I saying now?"

                "Name."

                "Ah, yes.  My name is Zif--oops!  Heh heh, wrong story.  It's something now.  Something that will be what I go by . . ."

                "Fizban."

                "Yes?"

                "Your name, old man, is Fizban."

                "Now you listen here, sonny, I told you I was no old--did you say Fizban?  Well, yes!  That's right!  You're quite good, my lad.  Do you play on game shows often?  Well, if not maybe we could put a deal together, eh?  We'll split fifty-fifty, yes?"

                "Now I know why your only companion was a kender."

                "Kender?  Why, yes, I knew one of those.  Can't quite recall . . . Ponytail-something-or-another . . . or . . . Tassle . . . Tassle . . . ah, yes!  Tasslehoff Burrfoot!  Quite a marvelous chap.  Always had a hanky to spare.  Although, I'm quite certain one or two of those were mine, but then, he was always willing to spare.  Kind of a chatter-box, though.  Couldn't shut him up if your life depended on it.  It wasn't usually my life that hung in the balance though, but my sanity . . ."

                "Goodnight, old man."

                "He was a good lad, though, always willing to get his feet wet . . . and caught on fire if I might add.  Ah, the good ol' days . . ."

THE END

(well, for now)

                If you've never read Dragonlance, do, for it's a great series.  One to set you free from this wretched world.