Fires of Dis/Kill Bargle: ECL 6 Ashbeard Treant 6: Entry 5

Death chances my gnomish companion like a starving dog chances fresh meat. I do by best to keep him from harms reach, but the over grown magic weasel finds a way to court all that wish him dead. My bark is blackened and scorched by his wild magic, but I have naught but weary respect for his magic. When things go well for the gnome, they go very well indeed. Perhaps someday, he'll be able to cast consistently, instead of every third spell shrinking him to the size of a small duck. I fear he may be squashed beneath the toes of us larger beings if this pattern persists. However, the winds of my homeland call to me, and I must abandon this quest. After many goodbyes, though non were tearful, I left the rubble that is Bargles home in search of my forest. Perhaps some day, I shall meet these odd people, and we shall venture forth in the name of money, glory, women, and money once more. But for now, I, Ashbeard the Great Teak, head out on my own adventures alone.