DOAT Book I, Chapter 22: Bupu’s gift. An ominous sight.

Well good evening dragonscouts! Your Khaleesi has been away but has returned to serve you fresh and steaming liveblogging of Dragonlance for your bored-at-work pleasures. Let’s get back to our noble heroes, who when last we met, were fighting their way out of the draconians (ugh) lair, sacrificing gully dwarves along the way like they ARE NOT SENTIENT CREATURES JFC.

Okay. Our heroes are dragging their unconscious and/or injured brethren (Raistlin and Riverwind respectively) out of the lard pot elevator mid-motherfucking-earthquake. No sooner have they gotten Riverwind out of the pot than the entire mechanism breaks off from the ground and crashes into the pits below. The book does not mention, but I feel compelled to add, that the crowd of gully dwarves who were in the lower pot have now certainly had their brains dashed upon the rocks below. Do any of our heroes give one single fuck about this?


Riverwind is pretty much ready to curl into a ball and die. Sturm is weirdly into this, but Tanis is not having it, so he starts up a little hair-pulling as foreplay.

you have my attention.

you have my attention.

 This, at least, seems to pull Riverwind out of his suicidal mood, so together the heroes stumble toward the Temple of Mishakal. Zach Braff Xak Taroth, meanwhile, is drowned.

eh. it was for the best.

eh. it was for the best.

Tanis looks around and doesn’t see Riverwind. Everyone else attributes this to, y’know, your basic suicidal tendencies, but Tanis is again NOT HAVING IT. He runs into the interior of the temple where he thinks he hears Riverwind. But when he gets in there, instead of looking for his friend, he starts screaming at the goddess that he doesn’t believe in her. ………………why? If you don’t believe in them, why are you screaming for them to leave you alone, Tanis? I mean, I guess that’s the DRAMATIC IRONY here, but authors, you could at least have your hero use the basics of logic even when he’s pissed. Anyway, Tanis finishes his hissyfit, looks up at the statue and OH SHIT IT’S GOLDMOON.

brule shock

Yup I suppose our Token Lady has traded her staff for the statue’s necklace some…how… but she sure is alive!

So Goldmoon wakes up and declares that she is a “true cleric” and disciple of Mishakal. Apparently this means she can now heal people by touching them on the forehead which is pretty cool as far as god-granted powers go. Goldmoon even declares that she is not a warrior but a healer which… because girl, I guess.

lady sif please

Anyway, Goldmoon says that her task is to find the one person who has the strength and wisdom to unite the people, fight evil, and set the world in balance. Welp… good luck with that, Goldmoon.

Anyway, our noble band of warriors gets the fuck out of Xak Tsaroth before the armies of draconians (ugh) can find them. Their plan is to go to Solace to supply up, which, JESUS CHRIST WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? You left that place as fugitives, remember? With the hobgoblins or whatever they were knocking down doors to find you? WHY WOULD YOU GO BACK THERE?

Logic aside, they strike out. During their overnight camp, Raistlin wakes up and hears muffled cries. Why, it’s Bupu, who has repressed her sadness until it can no longer be contained.

like a boss

Bupu is sad because she wants to stay with Raistlin (don’t we all) but she’ll miss her bros back home. Raistlin tells her she should go back and is basically super sweet to her in that way you’re sweet to someone when you’re all like NO DON’T FOLLOW ME INTO PERIL.


i need u bb

Bupu is so grateful for Raistlin’s solicitude that she pulls out a gift. Is it a lizard? A rat? NO IT’S THE MOTHERFUCKING SPELLBOOK OF FISTANDANTILUS! Bupu snaked it from that motherfucking dragon after all!

mind blown

With that awesome and incredibly convenient gift, Bupu leaves, and Raistlin watches her go with a single tear and an inner wish for her best life. Never mind that her city just got fucking destroyed and her friends killed, RAISTLIN IS A GOOD GUY DAMN IT. Of course Flint comes in to dig at him about his “pet gully dwarf,” further hammering in the message that everyone but Raistlin is a gully dwarf racist asshole.

Farewell Bupu! ILU you bad bitch.

Raistlin goes back to stash his new book in his pack when he sees a glow on the horizon. Is it the dawn?




And that’s the end – not just of the chapter but of BOOK ONE. We’re on BOOK TWO guys, and it’s only been… like, jesus, I don’t even want to say. My goal is to start updating regularly again! We have more dragons to… lance, I guess.

ANYWAY, thanks for coming with me on this journey so far, dragonscouts! Onward into Book 2!ga


DoAT Book One, Chapter 1: Old Friends Meet. A Rude Interruption.

Jeeeeeeez do we really have to have these twee-ass one sentence descriptions of the action as the start of each chapter? I mean at least it’s not the ultra-twee ones that start with “in which” or some crap like that, but still.

Anyway, this chapter we are introduced to Flint Fireforge, a dwarf who is old, grumpy, and enjoys the twin hobbies of whittling and talking to himself. He is just returning to his home in the town of Solace, where apparently not just the liquor, but everyone lives in the trees. Fantastical!

AT treehouse

Okay, this is actually pretty cool.

While Flint is hanging out on a rock, enjoying his hobbies, a familiar gentleman wanders up the path. He is treated to the most lavish physical description provided to a character in the book so far.

Let’s recall that we have met four characters now: Tika, Otik, the Old Man, and Flint. Each of them have been summed up very briefly, as follows:

Tika: A Lady. Curly hair.

Otik: Chubby.

Old Man: Old. Mannish.

Flint: Old and also short.

This new guy, however, has a whole realm of descriptors:

  • Elvishly graceful (whatever the fuck that means).
  • Thick, tight humany muscles (again, what?).
  • Tan skin.
  • Brownish red beard. (OMG this is our first noted beard you guys!)
  • Longbow.
  • Sword.
  • Dressed in “soft leather” with intricate designs on it. He sounds like he is maybe a bear.
No but for real I love your mustache.


But no, it’s actually the half-dude, half-elf… Tanis Halfelven.

fucking seriously?

Good. Lord. Could you possibly come up with a more generic name? Maybe like, Tallish Beardman? Maybe Guy Withno Personality. Oooh sick burn, me!

Anyway, Flint and Tanis start on the road for home, when they begin to discuss how All Is Not Well in the town of Solace. Seems there’s a newfangled religion in town, and they’ve begun… an inquisition!

I bet you thought I was going to use Monty Python. Nope.

But in the midst of all this somber conversation, some comic relief appears in the form of Tasslehoff Burrfoot, the kender! Weirdly, he is also BFFs with both Tanis and Flint, so this is now the second BFF Fint has come across on the main road – with no one else in sight – in about ten minutes. Tasslehoff shows his love for his friends by stealing their wallets, which is supposed to come across as endearing or something.

But THEN the three of them are all set upon by hobgoblins!

oh yes i went there.

Seriously is there NO ONE ELSE on the freaking MAIN ROAD TO TOWN except besties and hobgoblins?

Anyway, the hobgoblins threaten the three pals with exposition, disclosing that they are in search of a blue crystal staff. Unfortunately for the hobgoblins, they aren’t too bright, and one of them literally impales himself on Tanis’ sword.

So following a successful battle with hobgoblins, who are apparently now religious stoolies working for the Chief Inquisitor, the three friends head into town under a cloud of gloom that is barely lifted by Tasslehoff stealing more things for comedic effect.

And that’s the end of chapter one! And despite the kind of implausible coincidence of all three besties meeting on the road at the same time, it’s still kind of promising. Not too many talking heads, a good amount of action. I have been, and remain troubled by how race-based fantasy archetypes tend to be… hobgoblins are ugly! and also fat. And that means they are stupid bad guys and are never redeemable ever! I know this has been covered by others but… are there any movies or stories where orcs or goblins or trolls or whatever get to be good guys? or at least aren’t pigeonholed based on race? Of course, this chapter hints at the Gullydwarves, which I remember being an even more troubling strata of Dragonlance society… but there will be more on them in the not too distant future.

Beard count: 1, unless Flint has a beard. It is unspecified, and should we be assuming that all dwarves have beards? Is that dwarf-racist?