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Today, I feel like doing something special. I like to call it... Funny Raistlin Quotes, Part 1.
So, you say that how in the world can you think of quotes from Raistlin as funny, well, this first set isn't really from the book series, it's from a side...thing...that I found at Dragonlance underground, so all credit goes to it's author. It's hilarious!

First set:
8:02 A.M. "We have finally set off on our quest again. I am thrilled beyond belief. Really. If I have to listen to that atrocious kender trailsong ONE MORE TIME, I am surely going to turn them all into sheep and auction them off at the next farm town--oh no. Now Flint is at it. "Metal and stone, stone and metal, metal and stone." ARGH!
8:04 A.M Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm. Raistlin had a little lamb, and sold it along with all the others to a slaughterhouse--

Set 2:
11:06 A.M. Ouch. My feet hurt. Where are they? Now I am all alone, friendless and adrift, my twin far away. Wait--
11:07 A.M. AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!

Set 3:
12:50 A.M. I thought I saw that apple tree somewhere around here. I should do as the evil sorceress in that old children's tale and poison the green halves...perhaps I am not the fairest, but I am certainly the smartest. And the better dressed.

Set 4:
There's a funny qoute here about Raistlin and an elf, but I will not post it here. Not now at least.

Set 5:
2:09 P.M. Why don't you ask Goldmoon to heal your bunions, Tanis? Or does the thought of a woman removing your boots make you uncomfortable?
(This part you probably don't get unless you read the Chronicles, but if you did, it's great!)

Set 6:
3:45 P.M. After a round of whining, we decided to make camp, even though it is the middle of the afternoon. I do not care either way. It's not as though this hasn't been one of the most irritating days of my life: no sleep, elflords yelling in my face, stinking kender constantly upwind of me, blamed for making Tanis cry, almost got away and didn't, interrupted before a half-naked elfmaid could have her way with me, my twin ate my danish, the pregnant cleric ate all the rest, and my staff--where is my staff?
3:46 P.M. SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW!

Set 7:
4:04 P.M. I have decided to forgive them for using the Staff of Magius, a priceless magical treasure, as a makeshift clothsline, in exchange for getting first pick of the baker's wagon we have decided to waylay, since we have all been driven to starving desperation by the earlier gluttony of the cleric of "Mishkal the Breeder," and apparently no one has been able to hit a rabbit, deer, pheasant, or even the broad side of a barn all day. Now we will not only be known as homeless vagabonds, but thieves as well. Here comes the wagon.

Set 8:
4:42 P.M. Oh dear gods, it's a Black Forest cake! Back! Back, all of you! Mine!
4:43 P.M. Carrmmmnnn, ngnu can' hav inny ov my caag! Gt awvvvyy!

Set 9:
7:51 P.M. By all the gods. Why me? Why have they picked this night to sing? How can they have the energy to do so, after eating more baked goods than any of us have seen in a year? Shut up! Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup--

Set 10:
8:37 P.M. This is much better. At least I can't hear their off-key voices anymore. And it isn't as cold as I thought it was. Yawn. I wonder where that strange elfmaid has gone? Sigh. Yawwwnn.
8:45 P.M. Zzzzz...yes, my dear, we do wear very little under our robes...zzzz...

Ok, I'm done, that's enough for today. Tomorrow I should have some more of the story.
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(Ok, I can’t write like a script, so I’ll just do it normal now.)
We come to a clearing and I can see a figure lying on the grass a ways away. The elf stops and I as I approach the figure, I can tell that it is Rayson. He’s laying face down and breathing, yet I can see the grass right through him.
“What happened?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I just found him like this, then ran to find you.” The elf replies as he moves closer.
(For those of you who know my other story, the elf is really Myathas. For those who don’t, don’t worry about it.)
I look back at Rayson worriedly. There’s only one thing I can think of that would cause such a predicament, and he’s lucky to still be alive.
“Thank you friend,” I say to the elf. “I can take care of him now.”
“If you’re sure. You know where I’ll be if you need any help,” he says and turns to leave.

Please forgive me for not writing the past few days. Often times these trips to the material plane do not allow me significant time to write.
Anyways, I was out checking in with the head of the Library of Palanthas and looking over some of the new recruits for his library staff. Much fun. Too much paperwork though. I really must speak with him about those hard mattresses…
(Walking through forest)
I really must find Rayson, tell him about the new Dragonlance book cover scam. I hope he’s where I left him; he has a tendancy to wander…
(A few minutes later)
*sigh* Where is he…
(Young elf emerges from the forest)
Elf: Delanthla, come quick!
*Worriedly* What’s wrong?
Elf: It’s Rayson.
(The elf runs into the trees and I follow as quickly as I can)

*I sit at the top of the hill and keep watch all around*
No, I'm not going crazy, I'm expecting someone, so shush.
*A few minutes later I see a figure aproaching.*
Ah, wonderful, here he comes.
*A young man appears, slowly reaching the top of the hill. He is wearing black, velvet robes and carries a wodden staff with a carved dragon's claw on the top holding a crystal. He sees me and takes a seat on the soft grass next to me.*
Me: Hello Raistlin, how are you?
Raistlin: Well, that depends. Right here and now, I'm quite well, but back in the abyss; that's another story.
Me: How do you feel about Wizards of the Coast changing the covers of your infamous books AGAIN?
Raistlin: WHAT?! They did it again? *he sighs* Well, what can I do about it? *whispers* Who's on the cover?
Me: You and Caramon.
Raistlin: He's in every picture that I am. Why? I'll have to talk to those elven artists, although that might be quite hard now...
Me: I'll see what I can do.
Raistlin:*he nods* Now, how's your friend, Rayson, isn't it? I've heard you two have been getting along quite well. *he snickers*
Me: *blushing* Well, he's quite a talented mage... *silence* Anyways, what's it like in the Abyss. I've never been there, not that I want to.
Raistlin: It's not a very nice place, well, most of it. Gods running around and what have you. It doesn't help my condition any either. *he coughs slightly* But when you have a five-headed goddess keeping watch on you, there's not much you can do.
Me: *nodding* I see.
Raistlin: Speaking of which, I really should be going now. *he stands, raises his staff and dissapears*

So, yesterday, I was at Barnes and Noble. They drive me nuts, but anyways, I was looking at the Dragonlance books, like always, and saw that they had a new book out. The cover was a new style for them, and on it was a red-robed mage and a warrior. So what if they look exactly like Raistlin and Caramon, they could be new. I flip the book over to the back cover and read.

An interesting group of friends meet in an Inn after five years of being seperated. But the meeting is not as normal as they woould have liked...(or something like that).

I stand there gaping. To see if it's true, I open the book to a random page and what do I find? Goldmoon's song. They decided to change the cover of the books, AGAIN, and this time they renamed them too. What a scam.
It makes me mad, the series was doing fine until Wizards of the Coast had to but in. Sure, they let the authors sign books at Gen Con, and probably gave them some money, but they're ripping people off now and changing the appearence of the books for the worse. It's terrible.

Well, I finally got a blog. Now I'll have something to do this summer. Expect some loooong entries.