The Legend of Troops

Deep in the forests surrounding the ancient well of storms, otherwise known as Storm Lake, live the protectors of the trees, knights to the great Father. The Funshranians, tiny halfling humanoids in the form of intelligent fungi, have taken on the duty to protect and serve the Father Tree ever since its conception, it has been taught from family to family, the knowledge of what a great honor it is to serve the Father.

It is a dear sentiment among the Funshranians to always serve their Father, it is their purpose in life. But one day, a youngster and focus of this legend Troops was tasked to separate the roots of an old Oak in need of stretching and he encountered someone who would entirely change his life.

An interloper while on a trek towards the ocean, came across Storm Forest in their path and by pure luck overheard an almost comical high pitch voice coming from behind a line of Spruce trees. Interested in what or whom could possibly be making such sounds, the interloper squeezed themselves among the high branches of one the trees, in which under it, two tiny fellows were conversing.

"I am telling you Frinn there is more to life than being stuck between branches and roots!" said Troops to his best friend Frinn.

"Hey!!! Nothing wrong with branches and roots Troops! I think!?" responded Frinn in a doubtful manner.

As Troops was staring into the horizon of the forest, he looked back at Frinn and passionately expressed:

"One day Frinn I will leave this forsaken lake for once and I will never look back, I swear it on my warts and gills!"

"OH NOT YOUR GILLS!" replied Frinn nearly terrified.

The leaves of the Spruce tree in which Troops and Frinn started to ruffle and tremble, in surprise the two friends quickly began to look above them to identify the source of this ruffle.

"Wha..what was that!? Who's there!? yelled Troops while Frinn ran behind him in cowardice trembling to his knees.

...To be continued.