Hasslehoff Hairfoot followed Crystalia into the laboratory
of Wistandoodelus that Rasteland now inherited.
Becoming bored after eavesdropping on their Most Important conversation,
Hass began examining the items carelessly left in disarray on Rasteland's table.
Hass chided, "Rasteland is so disorganized. Some of the items may be magic
and should be kept hidden. I know, I'll hide them in my pouches!
Rasteland will thank me later."
One silver box in particular looked quite interesting.
Hass opened the box...then the world started spinning around him.
He became dizzier and dizzier.
Then there was blackness.
When Hass awoke, he saw an elflord and a elfmaiden walking hurriedly.
"Hi, I'm Hasslehoff Hairfoot and who might you two be?", he said,
extending his small hand. The other two were surprised but politely said,
"I'm Vil Wattsford and this is my sister Kimberly".
The elflord's brows twitched at the last words of his introduction.
While shaking hands, Hass caught three jewels the careless elflord had dropped.
"I'll keep these jewels safe and he'll thank me later when I return them",
Hass silently thought to himself.
The Reaper was so near that he sensed a tiny change in the Elven magic
his prey carried, as when a deer's hoof causes a ripple in a crocodile's pond.
The Reaper would have smiled if he could have.
"We should hurry, Vil", Kimberly interrupted while Hass was telling them
all about how he rode a wholly-mammoth to escape an evil wizard's tower.
All of a sudden, an eight-foot cloaked figured with clawed hands appeared in front of them.
"Hi, I'm Hassslehoof Hairfoot and who might you be?", Hass said, extending his small hand.
"Get behind me!", yelled Vil. Vil cleared his mind and drew out the pouch containing the Elfgems,
but it was empty! The Reaper lunged at Vil.
Hass stopped smiling, thinking "How rude!", and whirled his hoop-staff.
"The Elfgems, gone?!", shouted Vil. Hass thought, "Oh, those were magic! Hmmm.
I've watched Fizzbang and Rasteland cast spells. If they can, so can a halfling!".
Hass closed his eyes and began waving his other hand clutching the Elfgems
in strange circular motions like Rasteland would do.
Nothing happened.
Meanwhile the Reaper hesitated for a split second after sensing the Elfgems.
The Reaper then realized that over eons, the Elves had evolved and become diverse.
Some became large, some became small.
The large Elf was just a decoy.
He turned to kill the small Elf.
Hass exclaimed, "These useless jewels you dropped aren't magic!",
and tossed them back to Vil. "I need real magic!",
Hass thought as he fumbled in his pouches for any items that Bar-Zalius or Rasteland misplaced.
Hass's finger accidentally slipped inside a ring
(What Hass didn't know was that it was a ring of teleportation!).
In that instant, Hass teleported, and in the next instant,
the Reaper's claws slashed where Hass used to be.
Vil summoned the Elfgem's magic and its fire slammed into the Reaper,
pushed him high up in the air where he tumbled down into a ravine.
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This is a parody of "Elfstones of Shannara" copyright © Terry Brooks, Dragonlance copyright © Margaret Weis / Tracy Hickman and TSR/WizardsOfTheCoast.