Topic: Furzzle, the great! Bestest Kender ever ishereHEYwhat'sthat?

Furzzle Whizzbang

Date: 2006-09-24 21:03 EST
She had no idea where she was! None! It was exciting! The emotion filled the tiny four foot Kender until one thought it would spill right out of her grin that was near splitting her wrinkled features.

As she came a" scuttling down the long road, people scattered, paled, pointed and generally gathered up as many belongings as possible before running in the opposite direction of the tiny pointed-eared-critter.

Furzzle was pleased! They ran before her in fear! Her reputation proceeded her, even here! Where ever here was, anyway. Where was here" This didn't really look like any place she'd been before, actually. Though the people looked human enough. OOoooh! What if they were all blood sucking dragons wrapped in skin! And then'they could "RAAAR"pop out of the skin at any moment! And Furzzle could save them all with a well aimed smack of her mighty Hoopak!

Her Hoopak was THE legendary Burrfoot Hoopak after all! Good thing Uncle Tasslehoff made a lot of copies, other wise there sure would be a lot of Kender without his legendary hoop"

"AK!"

Resounding crash as the Kender had walked directly into what looked like a porch. Spoons, a pewter dish, two scrolls, a small dead bat, a confused kitten, three long-dead-green carapace colored beetles and an amazing assortment of paper exploded out of the dazed Kender's pouches.

"My treasures! I must save them!" Wailed loudly into the street, a few poor witnesses may have started running even faster at this exclamation.

Scrambling down on her hands and knees, the Hoopak clattering to the ground, Furzzle scooped up her treasures quickly, stuffing them back into her pouches. And THAT was when the little Kender found herself distracted by a beautiful sign above her head.

Pausing, with both hands stuffed filled with her things, Furzzle's brown eyes went wide with wonder at the Red Dragon on the sign.

"Wwwwoooooo," lowly sounded in appreiciation. "A Red Dragon! I bet there's a Red Dragon behind the bar! Who eats mean people and serves drinks right out it's claws! OH! I wonder if they eat Kender! I bet they don't, Kender are small?" Continuing this, as the Kender scrambled now for the steps ?" I can't wait! There'll be more treasure! Treasure like I've never seen! Of course, I'll help the dragon find it all, because you know, Dragons are awfully forgetful about where they put things .." Up the steps. "They can't help it I guess..They're really, really old. I mean, I always find things old people drop, why, I remember one time?" Furzzle opened the door ?" Hi! Hello! I'm here Master Red Dragon, sir!? Bellowed into the interior.

For better or for worse, the Red Dragon was about to become home to Kender.

God speed, patrons. God speed.

Furzzle Whizzbang

Date: 2006-09-27 06:40 EST
Furzzle had cornered a poor woman selling "love potions," and some sort of beads in the market and was, with arms flying and excited gestures, telling the poor girl all about her adventures so far.

"And THEN," pausing to wonder where the little green bottle in her hand came from, turn it over and place it in her pouch absently. "When I opened the door" There wasn't a red dragon behind the counter! Can you imagine" That's very false advertising! It was a cat! A cat man and he had a tail. And I think he said his name was Bob Cat. No, Couger. No "wait, Tiger. Ye"No, that's not it." Furzzle's little face collapsed in a trick track of little wrinkles. Furzzle was an older Kender, by the looks of her. Silver touched in her hair and her wrinkles were even more pronounced than usual.

"PANTHER!" Furzzle bellowed as the name came to her. The poor woman twitched. "That was his name! Oh my goodness, he was very nice. But terribly forgetful! He left a cup out, and a fork, and a knife, and some peanuts. I gave him back the cup and fork, and I reminded him he's got to be careful with that stuff!

Later, I met a very nice man with sad eyes. I don't know why they were sad, though. He said his name was Chicken. No, Vulture. Wait, wait "I know?"Hawk! Yes! He's not a bird though, isn't that strange" He had the nicest flask but he kept dropping his little knives everywhere. So I gave them back." Furzzle reached up to hand over a blue vial the woman had dropped.

"Here you are! Good luck on those potions! And try not to be so clumsy! You almost dropped this!"

Staring in disbelief at the tiny female Kender turning around to skip, hop, and dance down the street, the woman could do little but blink, shake her head and continue on. Who knew anything could talk so much and so fast"

Furzzle Whizzbang

Date: 2006-09-30 02:08 EST
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Furzzle Whizzbang

Date: 2006-10-06 03:46 EST
The frog looked rather stately on, from his princely perch on the Kender Palm.

"And THEN, she said —her name was Nah-sue-key. No, no..that's not right. Hmm. She said her name was..Aaah..." The kender's features screwed up, telling her age far easier than the usual wrinkles Kender faces had. Brow, mouth, around nose and eyes, as she tried to concentrate. "Nat..N..Oh. Well. I don't remember unfortunately, but she had great stories about turtles and sneakers! I don't know what sneakers are! I mean, I don't remember. I think they may have been her shoes, which I was going to attack you see, but then she told me stories and I told her stories about a mage with magic shooooe's and he just daaaaaanced and daaaaaaaaanced right off the edge of the world! THE WORLD!" Bellowed, amazed. "What do you think about that, huh?"

The frog blinked.

"Oh, I know! Amazing! And then, there was this really tall elf, he had this strange face paint and clothes—he talked about spiders, but I don't think he could see me because I was so so so short. Everyone is SO TALL here! Anyway, I don't think he saw me, but he had these strands that kept falling off of him and what treasure! They shone! One fell on the dragon's snout —Icecube! Icer. Icequeen" Anyway, one fell on her snout and I went to grab it but the wind carried that away too."

For a moment, the Kender looked sad. She'd really wanted one of those strands.

The frog, of course, blinked again.

"Oh. Well. I should go back soon, when I went back, someone had cleaned my beautiful art from the table! Could you believe it! What good's a hero without her heroic deeds written on tables, spoken in stories, sung in song! "

The frog? He said nothing as the Kender paused for breath. The little brown sun touched hand reached out to path the frog on his head. He blinked once more.

"That's right! That's what I said! I should hurry up and get back there, soon though. There's no telling what trouble they've gotten into without Furzzle around! It was nice talking to you Mister Frog sir. You be good now!"

The tiny four foot Kender bent down, to set the frog back on the road. He'd been interrupted from his fall preparations for winter, to bury himself deep within the mud and wait for spring. Furzzle waved, took up her hoopak and went skipping down the road again.

The frog ribbited, once. Then hopped along his way.