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EVA Unit 01 lay half submerged in the swirling waters of the Sirrion Sea. In the plug, the High Cleric of Chemosh lay, dying. The mechanical arm shifted, spraying thousands of water droplets flying through the air.

The figure moaned in pain. Its gaze flickered to the digital clock on top of the plug. "It has been 12 hours since I've switched to life support," he gasped. "In, uh--"

"Around 8 hours!" chimed Kensuke. "Then you will d-d-d-d-die! HA, ha, ha!" Tas's temper exploded. He Turned around and cuffed Kensuke hard in the face. "YOU'RE SUCH A--"

"A cool person!" Kensuke sang. "Everyone wants to be my friend! Oh, gosh, it's so wonderful! Oh yes, oh yes! Ha, ha, ha! Say," Kensuke asked smiling. "Do you want to be my--"

"NO!!!!" Tas cried. Picking up the dagger dubbed Rabbitslayer, Tas ended Kensuke's spiritual connection to Krynn.

Tas sighed remorsefully. He shifted the knife to his other hand. "What a waste," Tas mumbled. "Chemosh won't be getting any favors from me." Suddenly he drew back his head and gave out a loud moan. "WHY!?" he cried. "WHY ME? WHY NOT THAT DRACART GUY?"

Tas coughed. "I shall always serve Chemosh," he sighed. "But I would much prefer to serve him alive than dead. He gave out a loud snuffle. Tas's pupils dilated. "What in the Abyss?" he coughed. He sniffed again. That smell--it was like almost--

"AAHHH!!!" Tas howled in realization. He staggered forward, smacking the cockpit's seal. The kender's body went limp with pain. His face contorted into a horrible façade. His pupils dilated alarmingly. His last words came in his last breath. "It smells like Kensuke's rotten blood! Chemosh, help!!!"

And Chemosh did help, drawing the kender into his breast and into the Abyss.

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Palin Majere limped his way towards his home. His perspiration soaked his black velvet robes. He drew in a breath. He moaned in the effort. "Usha my dear!" he cried (there LOTR writer guy!). "Oh, Usha! Where may Ulin be? I must convey an important concerning Chemosh to him." And so did Usha appear-if not in Palin's joy. "You fiend!" she gasped. "How dare you whore off with that Kerian elf!?"

Palin blinked in astonishment. Whore? Palin thought. He wasn't a whore! Well sure, his aunt and father were, but surely he was not--

"What?" Palin asked, confused. "Who told you this?"

"Fizban did!" Usha cried.

"Eh?" Palin searched his mind. "Oh!" he exclaimed. "That Fizban." He took a step closer towards Usha. "Listen my dear, I assure you that I've never--"

"BLACK!" Usha cried. "You wear black!"

Again, Palin blinked. "Well, yes," he began.

Usha ran up to Palin. She grabbed him by the neck, and then shook him. "STOP!"

"Ye-ye-yes, m-ma-ma-mada-da-da-dam," he lolled.

Usha quivered in fear. "You want to marry that Tika Waylan don't you?!" she cried. "You want to abandon me just like what that Fizban guy said! WHHAAAAA!!!"

"What in the Abyss!" Palin demanded. He stared at the crying Usha, who was now running into the Sirrion Sea. "WHY DO I WANT TO MARRY MY MOTHER?!"

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As Palin would one day discover, Usha's craziness was result of Fizban's 'motivational speeches'. "Now," he had lectured. "Anyone that likes Chemosh is evil. Yes," he said in an undertone. "Very evil indeed."

And it was Usha's hand that shot up. "What if your husband, husband's kender god-uncle, aunt and aunt's lover, and uncle are in league with evil?"

"Then," Fizban had warned. "Then, you've better watch out for your husband. He may be having secret rendezvous with a certain Kagonesti named Kerian, hoom, hoom!"

"All of you!" he had cried out. "All of you probably know I am Palidine. If you want less tax, vote for me as the Solamnic lord! I won't call for 'recount, recount'!"

"YAH!!!" the people had cried. "Go Fizban!"

"HA!" the god had laughed. Glancing up at the heavens, Palidine snickered. "So Chemy," he sneered. "It looks like that I'm winning again! Now- ahhh!!!!" Palidine moaned. "NOO!!!!"

There in front of the crowd he fainted. Before he did, however, he cried out suddenly. "I'm not a god, anymore!!!! NOOO!!!!"

And so, ironically, Palidine's shame was only deepened much, much further.

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But with all of these transpiring events, the people of Krynn did not notice the wonderful fortress that had suddenly appeared in the center of Ansalon. Nor did anyone notice the Guymelef that arrived at this fortress. Nor did anyone notice that the fortress had a name-a name that we have all yearned to speak. Its name was Cephiro.

The brilliant Bupu had concluded that if she could control this fortress place, she had have control over an army larger than the Dragonarmies of the War of Souls (?). However, Bupu was unfortunately met by Eagle in his F- T0. "Let me pass," Bupu snarled. "I can destroy you in one blow! Crack the armor! If your armor is made from dross, I shall destroy it!"

Eagle Vison, on the other hand, regarded this with discuss. "I shall become the pillar of Cephiro! If not that, I shall be the ruler of this world! For Autozam! F-T0, go!" The mecha's gun-thingy was drawn. He pressed the trigger. "DIE!!!"

With that, Bupu's miserable life of Krynn was forever ended. Escaflowne exploded in a shower of dragon blood. The Dragon Armor dissolved, and then flowed into Gaia via infamous dimensional routes, courtesy of Khellendros.

And it was via these routes that many came in to inhabit Krynn.

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A limp body floated in the LCL of the Evangelion's entry plug. The plug was pitch black. Nothing moved and nothing shuddered. Silence was in the air. For these reasons, there could be only one reason. In the cockpit of EVA 01, the kender High Cleric of Chemosh, Tasslehoff Burrfoot was at long last dead.

Or, at least, he certainly looked dead. His eyes were pinched together, giving the impression that he was a starved gully dwarf. His breathing (?) came sharp. He moaned suddenly. "NO!" he cried. "I don't want to be a gully dwarf! AHHH!!!!"

So, much to Chemosh's mistake (you see, he really meant to take Kensuke, but he was already dead), Tasslehoff Burrfoot was not dead. Light, dark or light, no one knows, enveloped the kender, and swept his body away. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Every so often, there is a so-called 'judgment of the gods' when ever one god is to be sent into exile. In this case, that god was Palidine. Unfortunately, poor Gilean's accusation wandered of into Chislev's tree- hugging reaction with Reorx's misadventure.

"Here, here!" cried Chislev. "Reorx was the one who invaded my private space!"

"For the love of Taky," Reorx glowered. "I am not that type of man!"

Chislev whirled to meet Reorx. "So does your type of man accidentally fall into another's bath while--?"

"Aye, lassie," Reorx said smugly. He twirled his moustache in dizzying revolutions, all the while pocketing Gilean's forsaken pen. "That's how it goes! Now mind that the next Chaos War! Wait for Chaos to share your bed! HAHAHAHA!"

"Order! I say order, dear comrades!" Gilean gasped. Groping for his lost pen, Gilean kicked at Morgion. Who was happily torturing Palin Majere.

"Majere boy," Morgion hissed. "You shall first feal your flesh melting, then your face will bulge forward, sending spots of decay throughout--"

"SOLINARI HELP ME!" Palin gasped. Seeing that the god of white magic was waving chicken feet in Palin's direction, Palin beseeched Nuitari. "I will turn evil!" he pleaded. "Just-ahhh!!!!"

Nuitari's brows furrowed. "Hmmm. Let us see. Your uncle was a fiend, your aunt was a whore, your father plotted against me, your wife is a brat-uh fine! Ohh."

Unfortunately, Palin was already dead.

Gilean's voice rang out in the midst of chaos. "If you want Palidine removed in the place of Caramon Majere, say 'no'!" Gilean was answered with twenty-some 'no's'. "Deal done! Taky, my dear sister put your hand on this book. Good! Oh, and fetch that Caramon guy. Chemosh--"

"He is already here, good sir," Chemosh sneered. "He's died, already."

"Bend the rules!" Gilean gasped. "Make him a god!"

"Sure thing," panted Kiri-Jolith. He magically levitated Caramon's soul onto am alter marked with the sign 'new god goes here'.

Gilean and Takhisis began to chant furiously. "No, no, toe, toe, fuh, fuh, god!"

Light began to radiate from Caramon's body. Then, the body flickered into another shape. It became stouter and more stupid looking.

"AHH!" Reorx roared. Shoving his way past Chislev, he pointed an accusing finger at Gilean. "You want to make a gully dwarf a god?"

Gilean stopped chanting. He blinked. "Eh?" he asked, turning to glare at the dwarf. "Who said--AAHHHH!"

The body of Caramon was now replaced with the body of Bupu.

"GASP!" gasped Chemosh. He leaned over to examine the gully dwarf closely. He drew back, puzzled. "How did Caramon Majere turn into a gully dwarf?"

Gilean shoved Chemosh aside. "You imbecile!" he bellowed. "The High God's going to kill me! NOOO!!!!"

Bupu's eyes flared open. "Me not hungry!" she gasped. Apparently, her increased brain cells had been destroyed in the celestial transformation. "Me NOT want rats now! Me want good! You," she glowered, pointing at Takhisis. "You very bad lady. You NOT pretty."

Takhisis covered the distance between her and the new god in one great bound. Grabbing the snuffling gully dwarf, she shook Bupu convulsively. "Listen gully dwarf slime," she whispered hatefully. "If you say that again, I shall kill you!"

Bupu's brows furrowed in deep thought. The gully dwarf's head shot up suddenly. Lifting a grubby finger, she bonked Takhisis on the nose. "Me no think so," Bupu snickered. "Me immortal god now! Ha, ha, ha!"

"Arrghh!" Takhisis screeched. Flailing her arms in pain, Takhisis threw the gully dwarf into Zeboim. "Come!" Takhisis cried. "I summon my dread legions!"

"You can't," Gilean mumbled wistfully.

"Why not?!" Takhisis asked in acid tones.

"Because that Raistlin kid killed them all," Gilean answered dolefully.

"NOO!!! It c-can't b-be," Takhisis blubberd. "I-I--Waahhh!!!"

"There, there," Saragonas soothed cheerfully, patting Takhisis on the back. "We still have a bed, evil powers, great kids, the world-"

"You do, now?" piped Tasslehoff Burrfoot. Kicking his way through the crowd of gods, Tas meandered his way towards Chemosh. Kneeling on one knee, he bowed before Chemosh. "Oh great Chemosh," he panted. "I have finally come here! What are your-eh? What is Bupu doing here?!"

"She is a god now," Zeboim sniffed. "Say," she asked brightly. "Do 'ya 'wanna be friends? You see, ever since that half-elf guy killed my husband, I've been real lonely at night so--"

"Sh-she? Bupu?!" he stuttered. He fumed, making incoherent noises. "Wh- what?"

"Me god now! And me--kender guy!!" Bupu cried. Running up to Tas she grabbed him and began to blubber. "Me miss you! Me want to kill you now!"

Tas sank to his knees. "No!" he moaned. "WHY?! WHY BUPU? Gwaaa!!"

"Uh," Gilean interposed. Placing his body in front of the kender, Gilean burst into tears. Sobs wracked his body as be began to blubber incoherently. "The High God is angry!!! He is going to ground me for twenty more millenniums! Watch! Here he comes!"

Zilyin patted Gileans sob-wracking back. "Don't worry," he said in reassuring tones. "The last time I was grounded, some eons back, my punishment was only three-hundred-billion some less worshippers."

"ME KNOW!" Bupu cried suddenly. "You remind me of Highbulp Phudge I! But, hey!" Bupu said befuddled. "Highbulp dead now, so--you dead too!"

Tasslehoff smiled suddenly. "Yes," he said. "I hope he does. I will become a kender god! I don't need Chemy! Ha, ha, ha! I shall be worshipped!!!"

Everyone braced themselves as the Platinum Dragon fell from the sky. In its place, shone the Juicy Rat.

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