Chapter 1: A Bright Beginning

He skipped along happily, humming old sea shanties in the bright day's sun. He twirled his 4ft walking stick, as tall as him, in his hands. The forked tip jingled with the various trinkets he had picked up and attached to it. His top knot bounced excitedly above his head.

It was a good day to be a kender as was most days. "Where is my next adventure?" he wondered to himself as his song ended. He stopped and looked around. "Maybe its near the sea," he said aloud to himself turning his head to look for one.

He found no water but a lone tree with a withered figure sitting beneath it. Forgetting his nautical based plans he skipped cheerfully toward it.

"HIIIIIIIII!" he shouted well before he reached his destination waving eagerly hoping to catch the figure's attention. As he bounded closer he discovered that his new friend was an elderly man. Human from what he could tell, but most tall folk looked similar to him. The man turned and gazed at the approaching child, smiling and waving warmly at the approaching kender.

"And who might you be young man?" the man asked clearly. His voice was soothing and soft, almost refreshing, despite his advanced age.

"Why I'm Twinkledots Sightseer of course! I'm out on an adventure, looking to see the sights, fight some monsters, save a damsel or maybe two! I've been all over the place! Like over the hills around here and in a cave once. That's not counting all the interesting places I visited in my own village. I also like candy! I have had all kinds! Merchants would come through my village and sell all kinds of tasty treats. Some of them tasted weird and a couple of times they weren't really candy. Like one was a pretty rock I thought was candy but it really wasn't and I got sick for a WHOLE three days. So if you have something like that I don't wnat it but if you have regular candy I want some."

The old man chuckled at the rant as he used his walking stick to turn away the kender's curious hands. He reached in the folds of his ragged clothes and produced a small piece of butterscotch before handing it to Tinkle. "My my my, aren't you an eager soul. Great things are bound to lay before you."

The kender mumbled something back but the butterscotch muffled his words. Chuckling again the old man took up his walking stick and bid him farewell. Twinkle did the same and plopped down under the shade of the tree as he added it to his "adventure map".

Soon he was done with that and went along his merry way. He moved along without a care before something shiny comes across his eye.
It would not be that easy for him though. He tugged harder, not a budge. He turned and moved both of his hands onto the stone; straining and struggling to hoist his first treasure. He was awarded with nothing but aching fingers.

He flopped down on his bum, tired but not disheartened. He would merely have to find something to help him collect his treasure. The adventure to find it had been harrowing, (at least he thought it had been) and he needed to collect this priceless treasure.