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Stomping on the gravel path, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, Hereo of the Lance, brushed the dust of his prized topknot and read the sign in front of the town.
"Meridion!" Tas breathed. "Too bad Caramon isn't here'" the kender commented wistfully. "We would have a great time." Taking his time to meander his way past the guards without being noticed (kender weren't allowed in this town! How inconceivable!) Tas decided to accompany a group of Hill Dwarves who were laughing boisterously under the shade of large tree.
"Just like Flint." Tas sighed. As soon as the dwarves saw a kender approaching them, clutching their money pouches, they ran screaming that there was a kender in the town. "That was NOT nice!" he pouted as the town guards dashed forward to throw the kender out.
"Someone must have committed a crime!" Tas said thoughtfully. Scratching his topknot, Tas decided to seek shelter until the criminal was found. That person must be right behind him! Town Guards in hot pursuit, the kender sprinted towards a cave at the outskirts of the town. Realizing that thee criminal was no longer at his back, Tas stole a quick glance behind him, almost crashing into a by passing gnome.
Skidding to a stop, his topknot bobbling up and so fast that anyone staring at it long enough would eventually grow dizzy, Tas jumped infront of the gnome. "Hi!!! Tas shouted. "I'm Tasslehoff Burrfoot! What's yours-wait, no I didn't mean-"
Too late! The surprised gnome scolded the over-excited kender. Where were his manners? Never the less the he drew in a sharp breath.
"Gnumashnsallmariganollissisidixwertyuhtiofrumpatreetyulomerfazxeolerilloppe rtyquertallfatsoofthemutesogutesofatchickeneggangryoracloudierpremomitionlie rtullghestyhimsedtuhjixxieofforombetouiolpootuyercertsergethezebyahbrutkaerf yodvertnuimoilopreaswermwyrmuiogjuikamoliequolwertefujilfertyhuijerwiklazxeo lcertavexoinuimolioohgodnessgracious-"
"THAT'S YOUR NAME!!!!!??????" Tas gasped. He knew that gnomes had extremely inconceivable first names, but this.
"Yes," he said, obviously irritated. "My first name anyway. Now if you'll let me continue-"
"Wait! What do you're friends call you?"
The gnome drew in another sharp breath. "Gnusmashsallmariganollissisidixwertyuhtiofrumpatreetyulomerfazxeole-"
"What do the residents call you!?"
"Oh," he replied rather downcast. "Gnumash."
"Nice to meet you Gnumash." Tas said, outstretching his small lithe hand.
Gnumash shook it. "Nice to meet you Burrfoot."
"Will you have seat?" Tas asked gesturing towards a boulder. Gnumash gave it a disapproving glance. Making an un-godly gesture he drew out a small device out of one of the many pockets on his apron that resembled a jumbo of sticks chewed up by a gully dwarf. Tossing it onto the ground (Tas wondered for a second if he had finally met a gnome that realized that his inventions don't work) it unfolded into a, rather disarrayed, chair. Gnumash plopped himself down onto the chair when it collapsed under him. Grumbling about some RevolutionOfChairs Guild, Gnumash tentatively sat on top of the boulder.
Immediately, Tas broke into uncontrollable blabber. "Are you from Mt. Nevermind? My friend Gnosh was from there. I think all gnomes come from there-maybe the exception of my other friend Gnimish. He was about to be exiled by the way," Tas added wistfully. "But still, he did come from Mt. Nevermind. But my other frien Raistlin-he was a powerful black-robed mage, by the way-killed him." and on and on.
Listening attentively to the voluble kender, Gnumash began to wonder if something happened to the kender brain to cause such insolence.
Suddenly, Tas stopped. "What are you doing here anyway? Is this part of your Life Quest? Only one gnome that I've met has ever completed his. I think that it was Gnimish."
Glaring at the impudent kender, Gnumash answered Tas's question. "Yes," he sniffed with a dignified air. "This is part of my Life Quest. My Life Quest is to become a Solamnic Knight-" Tas gasped. Such a thing was not possible! No Dwarf, Kender, nor Gnome had ever been in consideration to become a knight! Of Course, maybe the exception of Uncle Trapspringer.
"So, why are you here? What does Meridion have to do with being a Solamnic Knight? Of all places, you should be at Solamnia. I was there once," Tas commented. "It was during the attack of the High Clerist Tower. I was with Sturm-he's a Solamnic knight, or at least was," Tas said in remembrance. "Until Kitiara killed him, that is."
"Well," Gnumash continued. "There's supposed to be a Dragon here somewhere, and if I can slay it-"
Again, Tas gasped. The idea of a gnome slaying a dragon was, well inconceivable. "How do you plan to do that?" Tas pursued.
Gnumash assumed a sly appearance. "I plan to use this!" Reaching into another one of his many pockets, Gnumash withdrew a small box. "This," Gnumash proudly said exhibiting the box to Tas," is my secret weapon the ExplodingDeviceOfMiraclesThatisOhSoMuchBetterThanSomeHumanMage'sMagicAndItCa n-"
"The short version!" cried a very anguished kender.
"Oh," Gnumash replied, again, rather downcast. "The Miracle Explosive, which I have created-"
"How does it work?" asked Tas, now quite intrigued.
"Oh," Gnumash said happily, eyes gleaming. "First you pull this lever-"
"STOP!!!!!" Cried the anguished kender, once more. There was no doubt that this device would explode! "Sorry," Tas apologized to the frowning gnome, "but you might have blown us to bits. But I wonder what it's like to get blown up to bits. Do you think that it hurts? My Uncle Trapspringer was once blown to bits-but wait! How could he be blown up to bits if he still lived after words?" Brow furrowing in question, the confused kender began to pace back and forth.
"Well anyway, if you don't mind, I'll be heading off now, to slay a dragon, unless," He added. "Unless you would like to join me-"
Seeing another adventure ahead of him, Tas's feet began to uncontrollably itch. "Well." The itching grew stronger. "OK!!!" Tas yelled, submitting to his feet. The itching miraculously stopped. "Uncle Trapspringer had slain a dragon before! I'll do it too!"
Gnumash eyes brightened. "Thatwouldbemuchtomy-"
"And now," Tas said, waving his hand nonchalantly, "where is this dragon?"
"Oh!" Gnumash said happily. "You see, this dragon is right in that cave over there-" he said waving his hand towards the cave Tas was about to, a few minutes before, enter. Ignoring Tas's dazed look, Gnumash began his walk towards the cave. "Well?!" he demanded, staring at the gaping kender "are you coming or not-" . Regaining his senses, Tas began to run after the gnome.
"We're here!" Gnumash exclaimed proudly as they stood five feet away from entrance of the cave. Reaching a trembling hand into one of his many pockets, the gnome drew out the Miracle Explosive. Caressing the device' s metal structure, Gnumash drew in a deep sigh and crept into the cave.
Tas followed, walking both swiftly and quietly. "Are sure there's a dragon here?" Tas hissed into Gnumash's ear.
Flinching (he took the kender's words as an insult), Gnumash glared at the impetuous kender. "Yes," he sniffed. "It was here just last week-"
"Maybe it left," suggested Tas. "After all, dragons are sure active-"
A loud snore, that sent echoes rumbling through the cave, made both gnome and kender jump. "Gonehuhwellyouseeyouwerewrong-" Gnumash whispered triumphantly. Tas started to protest when another snore drowned out all sound in the cave.
"How did you say you were going to kill it?!" Tas whispered shrilly into Gnumash's ear.
"Well, you see," the gnome said thoughtfully "at first I was going to use a gully dwarf that I found and us it for bait, then toss this into its mouth while its eating the gully dwarf, but since you're here-"
"Wait," Tas had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "You're going to use me as bait."
"Exactly!" the gnome exclaimed. "But," he said abruptly "it is OK with you is it, because if you haven't written a Will-"
"HAH!" Tas said indignantly. "I've faced dragons before. Which reminds me of the time at the Battle of The High Clerist Tower. I rode on Fireflash with Flint! He's a bronze dragon by the way, Fireflash that is." Tas added. "And Uncle Trapspringer did slay a dragon once. I wonder if he used a gully dwarf for bait? He obviously didn't use himself, or maybe he did."
Glaring (again) at the jabbering kender, Gnumash held his chin up high and started down the tunnel. Tas skipped after him. A sudden flash of light caused Gnumash to stop in his tracks. Bumping into the stationary gnome, Tas stopped his jabbering and stole a glance over Gnumash's shoulder. In the cave up ahead, still snoring in his deep sleep, lay the dragon.
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Stomping on the gravel path, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, Hereo of the Lance, brushed the dust of his prized topknot and read the sign in front of the town.
"Meridion!" Tas breathed. "Too bad Caramon isn't here'" the kender commented wistfully. "We would have a great time." Taking his time to meander his way past the guards without being noticed (kender weren't allowed in this town! How inconceivable!) Tas decided to accompany a group of Hill Dwarves who were laughing boisterously under the shade of large tree.
"Just like Flint." Tas sighed. As soon as the dwarves saw a kender approaching them, clutching their money pouches, they ran screaming that there was a kender in the town. "That was NOT nice!" he pouted as the town guards dashed forward to throw the kender out.
"Someone must have committed a crime!" Tas said thoughtfully. Scratching his topknot, Tas decided to seek shelter until the criminal was found. That person must be right behind him! Town Guards in hot pursuit, the kender sprinted towards a cave at the outskirts of the town. Realizing that thee criminal was no longer at his back, Tas stole a quick glance behind him, almost crashing into a by passing gnome.
Skidding to a stop, his topknot bobbling up and so fast that anyone staring at it long enough would eventually grow dizzy, Tas jumped infront of the gnome. "Hi!!! Tas shouted. "I'm Tasslehoff Burrfoot! What's yours-wait, no I didn't mean-"
Too late! The surprised gnome scolded the over-excited kender. Where were his manners? Never the less the he drew in a sharp breath.
"Gnumashnsallmariganollissisidixwertyuhtiofrumpatreetyulomerfazxeolerilloppe rtyquertallfatsoofthemutesogutesofatchickeneggangryoracloudierpremomitionlie rtullghestyhimsedtuhjixxieofforombetouiolpootuyercertsergethezebyahbrutkaerf yodvertnuimoilopreaswermwyrmuiogjuikamoliequolwertefujilfertyhuijerwiklazxeo lcertavexoinuimolioohgodnessgracious-"
"THAT'S YOUR NAME!!!!!??????" Tas gasped. He knew that gnomes had extremely inconceivable first names, but this.
"Yes," he said, obviously irritated. "My first name anyway. Now if you'll let me continue-"
"Wait! What do you're friends call you?"
The gnome drew in another sharp breath. "Gnusmashsallmariganollissisidixwertyuhtiofrumpatreetyulomerfazxeole-"
"What do the residents call you!?"
"Oh," he replied rather downcast. "Gnumash."
"Nice to meet you Gnumash." Tas said, outstretching his small lithe hand.
Gnumash shook it. "Nice to meet you Burrfoot."
"Will you have seat?" Tas asked gesturing towards a boulder. Gnumash gave it a disapproving glance. Making an un-godly gesture he drew out a small device out of one of the many pockets on his apron that resembled a jumbo of sticks chewed up by a gully dwarf. Tossing it onto the ground (Tas wondered for a second if he had finally met a gnome that realized that his inventions don't work) it unfolded into a, rather disarrayed, chair. Gnumash plopped himself down onto the chair when it collapsed under him. Grumbling about some RevolutionOfChairs Guild, Gnumash tentatively sat on top of the boulder.
Immediately, Tas broke into uncontrollable blabber. "Are you from Mt. Nevermind? My friend Gnosh was from there. I think all gnomes come from there-maybe the exception of my other friend Gnimish. He was about to be exiled by the way," Tas added wistfully. "But still, he did come from Mt. Nevermind. But my other frien Raistlin-he was a powerful black-robed mage, by the way-killed him." and on and on.
Listening attentively to the voluble kender, Gnumash began to wonder if something happened to the kender brain to cause such insolence.
Suddenly, Tas stopped. "What are you doing here anyway? Is this part of your Life Quest? Only one gnome that I've met has ever completed his. I think that it was Gnimish."
Glaring at the impudent kender, Gnumash answered Tas's question. "Yes," he sniffed with a dignified air. "This is part of my Life Quest. My Life Quest is to become a Solamnic Knight-" Tas gasped. Such a thing was not possible! No Dwarf, Kender, nor Gnome had ever been in consideration to become a knight! Of Course, maybe the exception of Uncle Trapspringer.
"So, why are you here? What does Meridion have to do with being a Solamnic Knight? Of all places, you should be at Solamnia. I was there once," Tas commented. "It was during the attack of the High Clerist Tower. I was with Sturm-he's a Solamnic knight, or at least was," Tas said in remembrance. "Until Kitiara killed him, that is."
"Well," Gnumash continued. "There's supposed to be a Dragon here somewhere, and if I can slay it-"
Again, Tas gasped. The idea of a gnome slaying a dragon was, well inconceivable. "How do you plan to do that?" Tas pursued.
Gnumash assumed a sly appearance. "I plan to use this!" Reaching into another one of his many pockets, Gnumash withdrew a small box. "This," Gnumash proudly said exhibiting the box to Tas," is my secret weapon the ExplodingDeviceOfMiraclesThatisOhSoMuchBetterThanSomeHumanMage'sMagicAndItCa n-"
"The short version!" cried a very anguished kender.
"Oh," Gnumash replied, again, rather downcast. "The Miracle Explosive, which I have created-"
"How does it work?" asked Tas, now quite intrigued.
"Oh," Gnumash said happily, eyes gleaming. "First you pull this lever-"
"STOP!!!!!" Cried the anguished kender, once more. There was no doubt that this device would explode! "Sorry," Tas apologized to the frowning gnome, "but you might have blown us to bits. But I wonder what it's like to get blown up to bits. Do you think that it hurts? My Uncle Trapspringer was once blown to bits-but wait! How could he be blown up to bits if he still lived after words?" Brow furrowing in question, the confused kender began to pace back and forth.
"Well anyway, if you don't mind, I'll be heading off now, to slay a dragon, unless," He added. "Unless you would like to join me-"
Seeing another adventure ahead of him, Tas's feet began to uncontrollably itch. "Well." The itching grew stronger. "OK!!!" Tas yelled, submitting to his feet. The itching miraculously stopped. "Uncle Trapspringer had slain a dragon before! I'll do it too!"
Gnumash eyes brightened. "Thatwouldbemuchtomy-"
"And now," Tas said, waving his hand nonchalantly, "where is this dragon?"
"Oh!" Gnumash said happily. "You see, this dragon is right in that cave over there-" he said waving his hand towards the cave Tas was about to, a few minutes before, enter. Ignoring Tas's dazed look, Gnumash began his walk towards the cave. "Well?!" he demanded, staring at the gaping kender "are you coming or not-" . Regaining his senses, Tas began to run after the gnome.
"We're here!" Gnumash exclaimed proudly as they stood five feet away from entrance of the cave. Reaching a trembling hand into one of his many pockets, the gnome drew out the Miracle Explosive. Caressing the device' s metal structure, Gnumash drew in a deep sigh and crept into the cave.
Tas followed, walking both swiftly and quietly. "Are sure there's a dragon here?" Tas hissed into Gnumash's ear.
Flinching (he took the kender's words as an insult), Gnumash glared at the impetuous kender. "Yes," he sniffed. "It was here just last week-"
"Maybe it left," suggested Tas. "After all, dragons are sure active-"
A loud snore, that sent echoes rumbling through the cave, made both gnome and kender jump. "Gonehuhwellyouseeyouwerewrong-" Gnumash whispered triumphantly. Tas started to protest when another snore drowned out all sound in the cave.
"How did you say you were going to kill it?!" Tas whispered shrilly into Gnumash's ear.
"Well, you see," the gnome said thoughtfully "at first I was going to use a gully dwarf that I found and us it for bait, then toss this into its mouth while its eating the gully dwarf, but since you're here-"
"Wait," Tas had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "You're going to use me as bait."
"Exactly!" the gnome exclaimed. "But," he said abruptly "it is OK with you is it, because if you haven't written a Will-"
"HAH!" Tas said indignantly. "I've faced dragons before. Which reminds me of the time at the Battle of The High Clerist Tower. I rode on Fireflash with Flint! He's a bronze dragon by the way, Fireflash that is." Tas added. "And Uncle Trapspringer did slay a dragon once. I wonder if he used a gully dwarf for bait? He obviously didn't use himself, or maybe he did."
Glaring (again) at the jabbering kender, Gnumash held his chin up high and started down the tunnel. Tas skipped after him. A sudden flash of light caused Gnumash to stop in his tracks. Bumping into the stationary gnome, Tas stopped his jabbering and stole a glance over Gnumash's shoulder. In the cave up ahead, still snoring in his deep sleep, lay the dragon.
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