After TwoEdge had left the camp at Zerstörtburg, the Colonel sat down by a campfire and watched the snapping sparks. As he looked he thought on many things, mistakes he’d made in the past, secrets he has yet to share… And that he might never see his best friend ever again. The moon peeked through the dense cloud cover, shedding softly a pale light on the snow. The colonel pulled a pot from the fire and filled a metal cup with steaming black liquid. Cautiously he put it to his lip. “Plah!” he sputtered, spitting a mouthful Into The Fire. “Guru!” No one answered.
“Oh, of course, he’s gone with Edge. What he’s done to my tea rations, I can scarcely tell. I do believe Edge was right, the scoundrel is trying to force coffee upon me.” His thoughts wondered again to the friend now riding for relief across the wilderness that is Crux Nadir. How long had it been since TwoEdge came to camp with others of the second wave of volunteers for the fight against the maelstrom? The Colonel leaned back and smiled, remembering the forlorn look, the fierce determination, the uniform that was a size too big. It seemed like a decade ago. He folded his arms, gazing up into the night sky. TwoEdge had persevered so diligently at his work that he attracted the Colonel’s attention—a rare feat for anyone, especially then. He smiled as he thought back to the many tests through which he had put the unsuspecting lad to determine whether he could properly command men, and he could. Ah, those had been the days. When he was first appointed as Lieutenant Colonel, So honored, so overwhelmed, and yet so eager to learn. And now…
“Colonel?” The Colonel started as a young woman stepped into the firelight. “I am the sorry, did I wake you?” “Not at all, Meilin, just thinking.”
The writer warmed her hands over the fire, “Do you mind if I to warm myself for a moment?” “Make yourself at home,” He dragged the log a little closer to the fire. “Please, take a seat.”
“Thank you, sir.” She sat down and groaned, “Feels splendid, not that I’m an old woman, yet, but you’re not exactly a grandfather either.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
The Colonel smiled. “No, nor a father, and no plans to become one in the near future. How is your writing coming? I would think that your present situation would make excellent fodder for a short story or an article.” “It is indeed, sir. Though I must confess, I’m rather concerned about having the opportunity to send it back to my publisher.” “You’re afraid of coming out of here alive?” Meilin smiled nervously, “Well, yes, sir, that’s the sum of it.”
“We won’t abandon you.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that. It’s just that, well, d’you think we’ll be able to withstand their attack, sir?” The Colonel looked sideways at the young woman, something akin to fear flickered in her eyes. “We will all do our best.” “But will that be enough, sir?” “We’ll find out very soon.” The Colonel picked up a splinter and began whittling. There was silence for a moment before Meilin began again. “D’you think the lieutenant colonel will make it through?” “I can only pray.” The Colonel sighed.
Meilin looked up in surprise, “You pray?” “Yes, I’m a Christian.” “Of course, so am I, but you believe God cares about we little people down here?”
“Indeed I do. How could I call myself a Christian if I didn’t believe in God’s sovereignty?”
Meilin blinked, running her tongue along her lips. “Well, I just don’t see how He could let so much bad happen down here outside of that He doesn’t bother.” The Colonel was silent. “Tell me this, if you would, sir. How do you justify assassinating people when murder is against the—Oh what commandment was it? Fifth, or sixth, or fifty-sixth. I don’t remember.”
The colonel tossed the stick away, rose, and crossed his arms. Meilin flipped open the ever-present notebook and waited. “Before I answer,” said the Colonel, “First, are you genuinely interested in my answer, or is it that you need fodder for another article?” “Yes, sir.” “Which one?” “Both, sir.”
The Colonel nodded. “I see…. On to my second question, then. Do you consider the act of smashing another in warfare as murder?” “Why no, sir, not at all. Do you?”
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"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
The Colonel scowled. “If I did, do you think I’d be a Colonel in the Nexus Force? Of course I don’t. That’s the reason why I haven’t a problem with assassinations. Mind, I’m speaking of military assassinations. I would not smash a civilian purposely, unless he is providing so much aid to the enemy that I can consider him a part of the military operation as well.” “So you assassinate, but not civilians?”
“Yes. I see no difference in soldiers whether I meet them on the field of battle, or track them down in their home town. They are still a declared enemy, and they have a right to smash me if I am discovered.”
“Bloody work, isn’t it?” The Colonel smiled bitterly. “Have you ever seen a man smashed, Meilin?” “No, sir, I haven’t.” “Then you’ve no idea what bloody work is. The authors always try to make war so romantic. The glories of fighting for to save Imagination, and defending your family. They’re all good things, glorious even, but when you get upon the battlefield–” He shook his head. “Those Stromling Empithizers whose campfires you see surrounding us, they have families too. It’s when you look into the eyes of another human being and see the terror in them—and then jam your sword down his throat – that’s the real face of war.”
Meilin shuddered. “I’m not sure that I’d like that kind of war, sir.” The Colonel looked sadly at the distant, flickering Empathizer campfires. “it appears, my friend, that here in just a few short hours you will be able to form an opinion for yourself.”
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“I rode through them, sir.” The officers murmured their approbation. Palomar stepped from the table and approached TwoEdge, clasping his hands behind his back, which only emphasized his robust waistline. “How is it that your amazing colonel has allowed himself to be trapped like a mouse nibbling at baited cheese?”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
TwoEdge gritted his teeth. “I can assure you, sir, that no necessary precautions were overlooked. We were informed that a regiment was already surrounded by Stromlings at Zerstörtburg, therefore there was no reason to send scouts to any distance in search of enemies. If there had been a Nexus Force force at Zerstörtburg, we would not be so outnumbered and coult likely fight our way out. As it is, we have very few options.”
“I gledly offer my regiment in duty of a relief force,” One of the officers said, rising and saluting. “Thank you, Colonel Romenz, but I don’t think that will be necessary.” Palomar regarded TwoEdge icily. “You may inform your colonel that if he has allowed himself to be surrounded, i’is then his duty, and his alone, to break free. I have important strategies to implement, and I have no time to be sending entire regiments gallivanting across the countryside of Crux Nadir.” TwoEdge starred in surprise, “Surely you aren’t denying help, sir.” “Aren’t I?” “But sir,” another officer protested, “He hadn’t a choice! At least send Romenz, if no one else.” Palomar turned irately on the man, “Are you questioning my authority?!” His high-pitched tones grew shrill with anger. “It is true that I but fill this position for general Whittier, but if you dare to impungn my ability to command--” The officer shrank back to his seat, “Not at all, sir, just a suggestion…” “And I am saying ‘no.’” TwoEdge raised his head proudly, looking his superior officer in the eye. “Very well, sir, I understand. I presume we have your authorization to leave the bridge at Zerstörtburg and fight our way back?” Palomar glanced quickly at his officers faces, which were full of surprise and indignation. “Yes,” he said at long last, “you may leave the bridge.” TwoEdge saluted stiffly, turned on his heels, and left the room. As the door closed behind him he clenched his sword hilt. The outer door opened and a rush of wintery air cooled his heated head as he stepped into the snow. The four soldiers from squad one were astride four fresh horses, a fith charge for TwoEdge. “When does the relief party ride, sir?” Emarcee asked as TwoEdge jerked the fifth horse’s head rope loose.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
“It doesn’t.” twoEdge thrust his right foot into the stirrup and swinging his left over the mount. “T-t-that’s impossible!” Guru stuttered. “Impossible but true all the same.” TwoEdge donned his tricorn. “The general will not send help.” The sentinel put his hand on his sword, “What’s he trying to do, smash us all?” “I don’t know, but what I do know is that the Colonel will have all the more need of our aid now!”
The door swung open and a jolly, red faced officer ran out. “Jian, stop!” he shouted, puffing with unusual exertion.
“What is it Colonel Romenz? Has General Palomar changed his mind?” “No, he hasn’t but--” “Then I have no time.” Twoedge turned his horse’s head. “My colonel waits, and every moment we aren’t fighting by his side is a moment wasted. Forward!” He dug his heels into the horse’s ribs and the small band rode off into the steppe of Crux Nadir, regardless of their weary bodies, thinking only of the fresh horses beneath them, and the danger before them.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Yep. Yeah it was pretty fantastic, Minifigures online really did pale in comparrison imo.xP
See, I loved Minifigures Online to death, I'm still obsessed with it.
Same story about not knowing Lego Universe and liking Minifigures Online. Who did you use for the most part? I mainly used the Samurai minifigure... until they took too much damage and were knocked out.
See, I loved Minifigures Online to death, I'm still obsessed with it.
Same story about not knowing Lego Universe and liking Minifigures Online. Who did you use for the most part? I mainly used the Samurai minifigure... until they took too much damage and were knocked out.
Whoah, another fan! I loved the Decorator to death, but he was horrible. The Robot was one of the last ones we got, and he was lit.
Same story about not knowing Lego Universe and liking Minifigures Online. Who did you use for the most part? I mainly used the Samurai minifigure... until they took too much damage and were knocked out.
Whoah, another fan! I loved the Decorator to death, but he was horrible. The Robot was one of the last ones we got, and he was lit.
Surprisingly enough, he's been the hardest character for me to write.
So distasteful. 
So crude...wait what? 
![[lenny]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/7elNEqtPK2hcSAiIMFNh.png)
I loved the Decorator to death, but he was horrible. 
I loved the Decorator to death, but he was horrible. 