It started out an ordinary day. I arose early to help
my beloved Arie get the children ready for school and
then kissing my wife goodbye I left for work. I am the
guardian of the Sithean, a dragonfly knight
extraordinaire or so Brianna says.
Mounting Sparkle, my trusty dragonfly, I set about my
daily rounds. Traveling the width and length of the
Sithean keeping an eye out for any disturbances,
unusual occurences, monsters, villians and thieves.
I found nothing out of the ordinary and decided to
range a little farther afield. Traveling the far
reaches of our valley that borders the Firewash river,
I came upon a horrible sight.
A large hunting party of trolls were preparing thier
dinner. Roasting over the fire was 3 large chickens
and two small fairies! I had to think quickly, as
there was no time to go back for reinforcements.
"Think Dashmin think." I tell myself urgently, my mind
racing, trying to find a way to help my trapped
breathren.
Remembering that Brianna always says to take stock of
your supplies and that using your head is often more
effective than your sword, I quickly begin sorting
through my pack. Drat, all I have is 5 of Diamond's
cookies, 3 invisibility potions, 5 sneezing potions, 6
sleep potions and 4 life potions....
Now what in the name of the Gods can one sprite
possibly do with those meager rations....
Then an old adventure of the clans inspired me and I
knew what I had to do. Taking the sleeping potion, I
doctored Diamond's delicious cookies and assuming my
invisible form, flew close enough to drop the morsels
near the hungry trolls.
They soon take the bait and are munching them down
hungrily, too thick headed to wonder where their
unexpected treat had come from. Then biding my time I
watch them start to doze off....
It is time to make my move. I will have to hurry since
the small amount of potion and the large size of the
trolls, they will not sleep for long. I swiftly move
over to the fire and untie my unfortunate friends.
Then motioning for them to be very quiet, I hand them
the invisibility potions and watch as they fade from
view.
Once they are safely out of the way, I dump the life
potions into the roasted chickens....
Behind me I hear a snort as the trolls begin to awaken
and seeing half their meal gone rush towards me. I
whisper a prayer to Thorith for his aide in my plan
and then flittering up into the trolls faces, I blow
the sneezing powder into their ugly faces.
The commotion begins with the trolls sneezing
violently, one sneezes so hard that he blows me right
over the top of the roasting poultry. As I struggle to
gain my feet, I see that the life potion as begun to
work its magic. The roasted chickens are coming to
life!
The trolls shriek in terrified amazement as the
headless succulently browned birds begin to approach
them brandishing the very spit they were so recently
roasting on. I stifle a laugh as the trolls trip over
one another trying to escape the haunted birds, cries
of ghost echoing in the air.
Once the trolls have departed, I fly back into their
camp to put out the fire. No use leaving an open fire
that could set our forest ablaze.
I feel someone poking me in the shoulder and turning
around I am face to well um breast with the well
prepared birds.
Unable to speak, they shake my hand and then wing in
wing set off for parts unknown. I know noone will ever
believe me about the roasted chicken caper, but its
true it really did happen...
With my two friends in tow, we set off for home and
the relative safety of the Sithean.
Until next time
Dashmin Dandyflower
Note: Dashmin Dandyflower is my character from the rpg Clan of the Lost Dragon. He is copyrighted by me and this story may not be reprinted without permission.
