(As Told By KIPESS The Nissling)
Good TimesMeats in The Thrundank were good and plentiful. Getting meats was tricksy as paying too much attention to the hunts could gets a nissling eaten. Troving was hard in The Thrundank but we made-do by raiding the boat peoples and trading loot to the fur peoples for coins to jingle in pouches. Our tribe's trove was shamefully small but it was ours. Boat peoples and fur peoples made jingles with words, and lots of them! It looked easier than raiding so I watched them and learned. Their howlings were hard to get right and everytime I howled for the jingles, they threw plant foods instead. Yuck! So, I tried their noisemakers. I could bang the hide bowls all day but peoples tossed rocks. Ouch! The string boxes were troubling. Strings snagged on my claws, broke with a loud snap to slap for my eyes, and tangled my feets until I fell to the dirt. Not fun! Then, I tried the bone whistle. Peoples tossed jingles! Oh, it was fun to makes jingles! Made even more jingles by telling moodoo tales between the bone whistlings.
Trouble TimesBossy Boss Marss agreed to a fancy raid with the boat peoples called The Hand for lots of jingles that made our trove proper looking. After the fancy raid, we feasted and partied for three nights and two days! As we rested from the great party, Bossy Boss Marss sent me to the fur peoples with jingles to get a hooch maker. Finally, we would have nissling hooch! I haggled my best and got a fine hooch maker with plenty of jingles left in the boss pouch. I flew back to Hidey-Hidey with joys. It was daylight by then and I had to wear my eye scales. They let me see many boat peoples' boats poling away from Hidey-Hidey. Some were clawed up, others lay on the bottoms pierced with nissling bolts. Alls had blood. Oh, nos! I dove down into Hidey-hidey lair, half-folding my wings so I could glide fast through the out tunnel and land in the Sleepy Cave. Dead were every where. Most were nissling. Some were boat peoples. By a wall I saw dead hatchlings and my heart cried. I howled to MoorDoon. From a tunnel came answering howls. Nisslings still lived! Joys filled me and I ran down the tunnel. There in the Bossy Boss cave was Bossy Boss Marss missing an arm. Barker Devdass was struggling to move the last big stone holding down the pretty hide covering the secret trove cave. Once he moved it, the hide moved aside. MooDoo Rinkss stepped out.
"Come, come!" she barked back into the trove cave. Hatchlings scurried out. Many joys! "Kipess," Bossy Boss Marss called to me and I hurried to him. He pointed his only arm at the pouch. "Takes it. Fills with jingles. Stops The Hand. They crosses us." "Yes, Boss." I promised though my heart trembled. The Hand had magics. I took the boss pouch, filled it from the trove, and left to save my tribe.
Tricksy TimesAt the end of the fancy raid, I had mets the sneaky shiny haggler, Fawkes. I returned to hims and bought knowledge from hims, but not for jingles. For this, he haggled favors. Whats favors we haggled are hush hush. No asking! I did haggles for a magic shiny that could move big stuffs with the boss jingles. The Hand magic makers had left for now, I nots haggled for why as I hads plans. Shhhh! With haggled knowledge, I began to hunt The Hand. First, I scumfroggoo'ed one Hand and puts him in the bed of fancy-pantsed boat peoples wife, also scumfroggooed. Oh, the yells and fights joyed my heart! Two nights later, I broke all the full bottles in the brandy house where The Hand gathered for hush hush haggling. Ha, more yells and fights! For the next several nights, I began to hunt The Hand, taking them when each was alone. With each hunt, I bagged their livers in salts. I bagged five livers of The Hand before I was hunted by the Blackstone boat peoples who wanted all The Hand hunting for themselves.
Home TimesI returned to The Thrundank and to Hidey-Hidey Lair. There I gave the livers to Boss Akaross. We had a great party where the salted livers were roasted and eaten, a piece for each nissling from hatchling to boss. With bone whistling, I told the tale of my tricksing and hunting The Hand. Boss Akaross claimed me Eater of the Hand. Moodoo Edalss claimed me Fang of MoorDoon. After the resting from the great party time, Boss Akaross declared Hidey-Hidey Lair stay nissling size. No room for big peoples! Still, hagglings had to be done so Boss Akaross decided to makes roomy huts for haggling. They were mades on one big mound over from Hidey-Hidey Lair. One for boat peoples and one for fur peoples.
Now TimesFang of MoorDoon and Eater of the Hand sat in my heart. Fawkes had haggled that The Hand was in more places than Blackstone. My hunt was not yet done. I packed more scumfroggoo, snakesnapper ands my bone whistle. With farewells to my tribe, I left The Thrundank to continue my hunt.
Kipess the Nissling by Dazzlinkat on HeroForge
Kipess. Kites with a p and lots of ss.
Home, home in the swamp. Where the meats will eats you so don't play. Sno-oze if you will, the meats finds you and kill, and your scales won't save you, no waaaay!
Good to raid, bad to visit unless you wants your tail nailed to a wall.
Sneaky shinies haggler Fawkes. Keep claws tucked in harness and jaws clamped shut until you untricksy his words. Most tricksiest trickster with words ever!by Dazzlinkat