They ran on through the half-lit tunnels for at least five minutes, taking multiple twists and turns. and Bobbywan was really beginning to pant, when Sir John came to an abrupt halt. Bobbywan and Kitkat also stopped, inhaling rapidly and trying to gather new strength. “May I ask, sir,” Bobbywan began, and was cut off by Sir John waving his hand and shaking his head. Sir John had his head tilted, and
Bobbywan belatedly realized he was listening intently. For a moment, they could hear nothing but their own breathing and the flickering of the torches, which now seemed dimmer than before, but then, as
their ears strained, their came, down the echoing halls, the distant, muffled sounds of boots heavily striking the ground, and rough shouts and cries, and closer, a hollow, beating sound. Then there came a
crashing, breaking sound, and then more distant shouts and yells, but closer. “They’re through both doors.” Sir John said in a barely audible voice, as he ripped off part of his shirt and rapped it around his
damaged left arm, then another strip just above it. “We have little time. Can I count on your aid?” “Yes.” Kitkat said. “Though I’m not sure what we can do.” “Are you possessed of great imagination, and a
free, wild spirit.” Sir John asked. “Very much so.” Bobbywan said. “Are you mad?” Kitkat smiled. “In a healthy degree, yes.” He said. “Good.” Sir John said.“Why us?” “Because I saw you. You didn’t give in
to
fear, but were still defiant, and thinking. And you were the only ones I could choose. I pray I am not wrong. Now, we must hurry.” He began running again, as the distant echoes grew closer. Bobbywan
looked at
Kitkat, who shrugged, and with a deep breath, they rejoined they race. They ran on for several more minutes, and they became aware that Sir John was not leading them towards the center of the
catacombs, but away, into less frequented sections. The walls were not as well maintained, and the torchers were fewer and farther apart. The echoes of their distant pursuers became fainter. They came to
a spot where a tunnel branched off to the side, but was blocked by a door, upon which was hung a sign warning of danger, and saying that visitors were into allowed beyond this point. Bobbywan and Kitkat
remembered being here before, while they explored the catacombs. Bobbywan had tried to open the door, to pose behind it for a photo, but it was firmly locked, and, alas, they had had to move on. Sir
John came to a halt, raised the pike, which he still carried, and flung the door open. He took a torch from the wall and then darted down the dark tunnel. Bobbywan and Kitkat followed. Bobbywan was
beginning to feel a strange rush flow through him. Here he was, in tunnels beneath a castle. With enemies behind, and friends to rescue, and yet he was not in shock. Rather, he was feeling strangely
excited. The tunnel they ran down curved down and around, slowly blocking out the flickering torchlight from the main tunnel, until there was only the light of Sir John’s torch, which glistened off streams of
water, running down the mossy, ill kept walls. After making a sharp curve, almost back the way it came, and descending at least a story in height, the tunnel leveled out and ran straight. They had trouble
keeping to their feet, as the floor became increasingly slick. Merely two minutes later, Sir John came to another abrupt halt(which was, in truth, growing rather annoying), but this time he thrust his arm
out, blocking their path. “Be careful.” He said. He moved forward and held the torch out. Ahead of them, the floor suddenly dropped away into nothingness, and the walls ended, as the tunnel opened into
the side of some chasm, running across their path. The torch lit the walls of the chasm for a small distance on either side, but the far side, the roof, and the bottom of the cave were still shrouded in total
darkness. Far below them was the sound of running water. “There is no time for explanations.” Sir John said, his breathing now labored and heavy, “There is something hidden here, and you must find it and
use it. You can reach it from this chasm. “How exactly will that work?” Bobbywan said. “You must jump.” Sir John said. “There is water below. Now GO! God be with you!” “What precisely, how do we find
it?” Kitkat said. “You will know it! Be pure of heart and you will find it! Now jump!” He handed Bobbywan the torch and darted back up the tunnel. There was a moment of silence, aside from the flickering of
the
torch, and the knights’ receding footsteps “So, do you want to be crazy?” Bobbywan said to Kitkat at last. Kitkat smiled his own dangerous smile. “I am insane. Healthily insane.” He said. “Make sure to wait
a minute for me to get out of the way, it I still can.” He took a deep breath, and then leaped out into the darkness. “KHAZAD!” he shouted as he leapt. For a second he was visible, then he vanished into the
darkness. Bobbywan peered into the silence. Then Bobbywan could make out Kitkat’s voice, faintly, and the words “fine” and “jump” Bobbywan took a few steps back and readied himself. Perhaps he should
have been more frightened, he thought, but he felt a great excitement, tinged with fear, to be true, and worry for his friends, but overall a thrill: he was going on an adventure. Few people were so lucky. “A
leap of faith,” he said. Then he ran forward and jumped out into the air, crying out “ELENDIL!” as the air rushed up around him, and he fell into the blackness.
You wouldn't happen to recall what my occupation is, would you?
A Lifeguard, I believe. :tounge: I was making sure. :tounge:
Correct. Well, it'd be kind of sad if I was a lifeguard, but I couldn't swim. But then again, there have been people who tried to take the training class who couldn't swim.
They ran on through the half-lit tunnels for at least five minutes, taking multiple twists and turns. and Bobbywan was really beginning to pant, when Sir John came to an abrupt halt. Bobbywan and Kitkat also stopped, inhaling rapidly and trying to gather new strength. “May I ask, sir,” Bobbywan began, and was cut off by Sir John waving his hand and shaking his head. Sir John had his head tilted, and
Bobbywan belatedly realized he was listening intently. For a moment, they could hear nothing but their own breathing and the flickering of the torches, which now seemed dimmer than before, but then, as
their ears strained, their came, down the echoing halls, the distant, muffled sounds of boots heavily striking the ground, and rough shouts and cries, and closer, a hollow, beating sound. Then there came a
crashing, breaking sound, and then more distant shouts and yells, but closer. “They’re through both doors.” Sir John said in a barely audible voice, as he ripped off part of his shirt and rapped it around his
damaged left arm, then another strip just above it. “We have little time. Can I count on your aid?” “Yes.” Kitkat said. “Though I’m not sure what we can do.” “Are you possessed of great imagination, and a
free, wild spirit.” Sir John asked. “Very much so.” Bobbywan said. “Are you mad?” Kitkat smiled. “In a healthy degree, yes.” He said. “Good.” Sir John said.“Why us?” “Because I saw you. You didn’t give in
to
fear, but were still defiant, and thinking. And you were the only ones I could choose. I pray I am not wrong. Now, we must hurry.” He began running again, as the distant echoes grew closer. Bobbywan
looked at
Kitkat, who shrugged, and with a deep breath, they rejoined they race. They ran on for several more minutes, and they became aware that Sir John was not leading them towards the center of the
catacombs, but away, into less frequented sections. The walls were not as well maintained, and the torchers were fewer and farther apart. The echoes of their distant pursuers became fainter. They came to
a spot where a tunnel branched off to the side, but was blocked by a door, upon which was hung a sign warning of danger, and saying that visitors were into allowed beyond this point. Bobbywan and Kitkat
remembered being here before, while they explored the catacombs. Bobbywan had tried to open the door, to pose behind it for a photo, but it was firmly locked, and, alas, they had had to move on. Sir
John came to a halt, raised the pike, which he still carried, and flung the door open. He took a torch from the wall and then darted down the dark tunnel. Bobbywan and Kitkat followed. Bobbywan was
beginning to feel a strange rush flow through him. Here he was, in tunnels beneath a castle. With enemies behind, and friends to rescue, and yet he was not in shock. Rather, he was feeling strangely
excited. The tunnel they ran down curved down and around, slowly blocking out the flickering torchlight from the main tunnel, until there was only the light of Sir John’s torch, which glistened off streams of
water, running down the mossy, ill kept walls. After making a sharp curve, almost back the way it came, and descending at least a story in height, the tunnel leveled out and ran straight. They had trouble
keeping to their feet, as the floor became increasingly slick. Merely two minutes later, Sir John came to another abrupt halt(which was, in truth, growing rather annoying), but this time he thrust his arm
out, blocking their path. “Be careful.” He said. He moved forward and held the torch out. Ahead of them, the floor suddenly dropped away into nothingness, and the walls ended, as the tunnel opened into
the side of some chasm, running across their path. The torch lit the walls of the chasm for a small distance on either side, but the far side, the roof, and the bottom of the cave were still shrouded in total
darkness. Far below them was the sound of running water. “There is no time for explanations.” Sir John said, his breathing now labored and heavy, “There is something hidden here, and you must find it and
use it. You can reach it from this chasm. “How exactly will that work?” Bobbywan said. “You must jump.” Sir John said. “There is water below. Now GO! God be with you!” “What precisely, how do we find
it?” Kitkat said. “You will know it! Be pure of heart and you will find it! Now jump!” He handed Bobbywan the torch and darted back up the tunnel. There was a moment of silence, aside from the flickering of
the
torch, and the knights’ receding footsteps “So, do you want to be crazy?” Bobbywan said to Kitkat at last. Kitkat smiled his own dangerous smile. “I am insane. Healthily insane.” He said. “Make sure to wait
a minute for me to get out of the way, it I still can.” He took a deep breath, and then leaped out into the darkness. “KHAZAD!” he shouted as he leapt. For a second he was visible, then he vanished into the
darkness. Bobbywan peered into the silence. Then Bobbywan could make out Kitkat’s voice, faintly, and the words “fine” and “jump” Bobbywan took a few steps back and readied himself. Perhaps he should
have been more frightened, he thought, but he felt a great excitement, tinged with fear, to be true, and worry for his friends, but overall a thrill: he was going on an adventure. Few people were so lucky. “A
leap of faith,” he said. Then he ran forward and jumped out into the air, crying out “ELENDIL!” as the air rushed up around him, and he fell into the blackness.
I love the Lotr references. Oh, and was that a Indiana Jones reference there? And a cliffhanger!! Triple whammy. Moar soon I hope?
A Lifeguard, I believe. :tounge: I was making sure. :tounge:
Correct. Well, it'd be kind of sad if I was a lifeguard, but I couldn't swim. But then again, there have been people who tried to take the training class who couldn't swim.
They ran on through the half-lit tunnels for at least five minutes, taking multiple twists and turns. and Bobbywan was really beginning to pant, when Sir John came to an abrupt halt. Bobbywan and Kitkat also stopped, inhaling rapidly and trying to gather new strength. “May I ask, sir,” Bobbywan began, and was cut off by Sir John waving his hand and shaking his head. Sir John had his head tilted, and
Bobbywan belatedly realized he was listening intently. For a moment, they could hear nothing but their own breathing and the flickering of the torches, which now seemed dimmer than before, but then, as
their ears strained, their came, down the echoing halls, the distant, muffled sounds of boots heavily striking the ground, and rough shouts and cries, and closer, a hollow, beating sound. Then there came a
crashing, breaking sound, and then more distant shouts and yells, but closer. “They’re through both doors.” Sir John said in a barely audible voice, as he ripped off part of his shirt and rapped it around his
damaged left arm, then another strip just above it. “We have little time. Can I count on your aid?” “Yes.” Kitkat said. “Though I’m not sure what we can do.” “Are you possessed of great imagination, and a
free, wild spirit.” Sir John asked. “Very much so.” Bobbywan said. “Are you mad?” Kitkat smiled. “In a healthy degree, yes.” He said. “Good.” Sir John said.“Why us?” “Because I saw you. You didn’t give in
to
fear, but were still defiant, and thinking. And you were the only ones I could choose. I pray I am not wrong. Now, we must hurry.” He began running again, as the distant echoes grew closer. Bobbywan
looked at
Kitkat, who shrugged, and with a deep breath, they rejoined they race. They ran on for several more minutes, and they became aware that Sir John was not leading them towards the center of the
catacombs, but away, into less frequented sections. The walls were not as well maintained, and the torchers were fewer and farther apart. The echoes of their distant pursuers became fainter. They came to
a spot where a tunnel branched off to the side, but was blocked by a door, upon which was hung a sign warning of danger, and saying that visitors were into allowed beyond this point. Bobbywan and Kitkat
remembered being here before, while they explored the catacombs. Bobbywan had tried to open the door, to pose behind it for a photo, but it was firmly locked, and, alas, they had had to move on. Sir
John came to a halt, raised the pike, which he still carried, and flung the door open. He took a torch from the wall and then darted down the dark tunnel. Bobbywan and Kitkat followed. Bobbywan was
beginning to feel a strange rush flow through him. Here he was, in tunnels beneath a castle. With enemies behind, and friends to rescue, and yet he was not in shock. Rather, he was feeling strangely
excited. The tunnel they ran down curved down and around, slowly blocking out the flickering torchlight from the main tunnel, until there was only the light of Sir John’s torch, which glistened off streams of
water, running down the mossy, ill kept walls. After making a sharp curve, almost back the way it came, and descending at least a story in height, the tunnel leveled out and ran straight. They had trouble
keeping to their feet, as the floor became increasingly slick. Merely two minutes later, Sir John came to another abrupt halt(which was, in truth, growing rather annoying), but this time he thrust his arm
out, blocking their path. “Be careful.” He said. He moved forward and held the torch out. Ahead of them, the floor suddenly dropped away into nothingness, and the walls ended, as the tunnel opened into
the side of some chasm, running across their path. The torch lit the walls of the chasm for a small distance on either side, but the far side, the roof, and the bottom of the cave were still shrouded in total
darkness. Far below them was the sound of running water. “There is no time for explanations.” Sir John said, his breathing now labored and heavy, “There is something hidden here, and you must find it and
use it. You can reach it from this chasm. “How exactly will that work?” Bobbywan said. “You must jump.” Sir John said. “There is water below. Now GO! God be with you!” “What precisely, how do we find
it?” Kitkat said. “You will know it! Be pure of heart and you will find it! Now jump!” He handed Bobbywan the torch and darted back up the tunnel. There was a moment of silence, aside from the flickering of
the
torch, and the knights’ receding footsteps “So, do you want to be crazy?” Bobbywan said to Kitkat at last. Kitkat smiled his own dangerous smile. “I am insane. Healthily insane.” He said. “Make sure to wait
a minute for me to get out of the way, it I still can.” He took a deep breath, and then leaped out into the darkness. “KHAZAD!” he shouted as he leapt. For a second he was visible, then he vanished into the
darkness. Bobbywan peered into the silence. Then Bobbywan could make out Kitkat’s voice, faintly, and the words “fine” and “jump” Bobbywan took a few steps back and readied himself. Perhaps he should
have been more frightened, he thought, but he felt a great excitement, tinged with fear, to be true, and worry for his friends, but overall a thrill: he was going on an adventure. Few people were so lucky. “A
leap of faith,” he said. Then he ran forward and jumped out into the air, crying out “ELENDIL!” as the air rushed up around him, and he fell into the blackness.
I love the Lotr references. Oh, and was that a Indiana Jones reference there? And a cliffhanger!! Triple whammy. Moar soon I hope?
Thanks! There will be a lot of references. And that was an Indy Reference. I thought it would be fun to have a leap of faith that actually involved jumping into a chasm. :tounge:
There's actually a bit of a reference to the Princess Bride(the book) too, in the line about few people being so lucky to have an adventure.
One of the goons said something rude and unintelligent and shoved 8Legos forward. He just managed to catch himself on the stone steps. Goatman turned back and grabbed 8Legos arm, helping him
scurry ahead up the stairs, out of range as the goon sent a kick at him. The goon said something else unintelligent, and considerably less polite, about delays. A hundred witty retorts flashed across 8Legos
brain, but he managed to not say anything, and picked up his pace. They were climbing the long, spiraling flight of yellow, stone stairs, along with the other civilians, up to the top of the great tower, with a
goon in front, and behind. The steps were weathered, and worn down in the middle by hundreds of climbs. Some were newer, some were considerably more recent, and a few were quite brand new, which,
along with supports added in along the walls, testified to the years of repairs, refurbishments, and restorations. They had noticed this all before, though under considerably nicer circumstances. Goatman
was trying to figure out a plan of escape, as they climbed, passing many windows and doors. Crazy ideas flew through his mind, but they may have been too crazy(or, perhaps, not crazy enough). They
could probably take down any one of these goons, who all seemed rather stupid. The difficulty would be dealing with the rest. If they could find a way to actually escape, however, that would be preferable.
However, that was why, no doubt, they were being locked in the tower. Of course, the good thing about towers was that it put a lot of space between you and the main mass of baddies down below. So, if
they could take down the guard, and then escape, yes, but how? Then he remembered something, and a crazy (just right, this time), idea occurred to him. Now they just needed an opportunity. Hopefully,
their stupid friends would provide one. Then their climb was over. It had been fairly long, and somewhat tiring, as the tower was some 100 or 120 feet tall. The stairs ended at an arched entrance, it’s old
but solid door, with a rusted but sturdy lock, hanging open, into a wide, bare room. It was at the very top of the tower, taking up the whole floor. The roof was crisscrossed by wide wooden beams,
supporting the weighty ceiling above. Other beams had recently been added along the walls, to support the ancient structure. A ladder climbed up one wall and through a trap door to the top of the tower.
The floor was empty, and swept clean, as the room served simply as a viewing site now, with it’ windows providing a grand view of the lands around them, though the view from above was better. They
glanced through the windows as they were prodded into the room with the other captives, and saw the distant hills, the green and gold fields, and the trees swaying peacefully in the breeze. “Now sit tight
and keep your mouths shut!” one of the goons shouted. He glared at them briefly, especially at Goatman and 8Legos. “If you try anything again, you’ll get what’s coming to you!”, he grunted. “Keep an eye
on them.” He told his friend, and left, shutting the door behind him. The remaining thug locked it, and then sat down against one wall, glaring at his prisoners. None of the others seemed ready to put up a
fight. They all seemed overwhelmed by the situation. Perhaps they had not read the right books. A child, the only one there, began crying. The guard stood up and shouting something inconsiderate as the
child’s parents tried to calm him. 8Legos took the moment of distraction, and gave a questioning look at Goatman, who smirked, and nodded his head upward to the side. 8Legos followed his eyes, and saw
long, dusty coil of rope, placed on one of the supporting beams, near the roof. He looked back at Goatman and raised an eyebrow. Goatman gave him a look that seemed to say “What better ideas do you
have?” 8Legos shrugged and nodded, and then their silent conversation ended as the goon resumed his seat. Well, 8legos thought, Goatman’s idea might be crazy, but it just might work. They were blessed
that they were in the tower, not the..dungeon Interesting. Why hadn’t they been thrown in the dungeon? It could still be used, in necessary. Maybe Gilbert was just that stupid, or perhaps he wanted them
out of the way. They gave more credence to the “hidden item power” theory, which had occurred to him, after, Sir John’s fight to reach the catacombs, although he hadn’t been sure. But, now it was
appearing more and more that, perhaps, Goatman was right. Goatman had his head back and appeared to be trying to sleep. Which was wise, as they could only think or sleep for now, as they waited for a
time to move. If an opportunity did not come, they would have to do their best, and try to make one. Or count on Sir John, Bobbywan, and Kitkat. Which thought was somehow simultaneously reassuring
They ran on through the half-lit tunnels for at least five minutes, taking multiple twists and turns. and Bobbywan was really beginning to pant, when Sir John came to an abrupt halt. Bobbywan and Kitkat also stopped, inhaling rapidly and trying to gather new strength. “May I ask, sir,” Bobbywan began, and was cut off by Sir John waving his hand and shaking his head. Sir John had his head tilted, and
Bobbywan belatedly realized he was listening intently. For a moment, they could hear nothing but their own breathing and the flickering of the torches, which now seemed dimmer than before, but then, as
their ears strained, their came, down the echoing halls, the distant, muffled sounds of boots heavily striking the ground, and rough shouts and cries, and closer, a hollow, beating sound. Then there came a
crashing, breaking sound, and then more distant shouts and yells, but closer. “They’re through both doors.” Sir John said in a barely audible voice, as he ripped off part of his shirt and rapped it around his
damaged left arm, then another strip just above it. “We have little time. Can I count on your aid?” “Yes.” Kitkat said. “Though I’m not sure what we can do.” “Are you possessed of great imagination, and a
free, wild spirit.” Sir John asked. “Very much so.” Bobbywan said. “Are you mad?” Kitkat smiled. “In a healthy degree, yes.” He said. “Good.” Sir John said.“Why us?” “Because I saw you. You didn’t give in
to
fear, but were still defiant, and thinking. And you were the only ones I could choose. I pray I am not wrong. Now, we must hurry.” He began running again, as the distant echoes grew closer. Bobbywan
looked at
Kitkat, who shrugged, and with a deep breath, they rejoined they race. They ran on for several more minutes, and they became aware that Sir John was not leading them towards the center of the
catacombs, but away, into less frequented sections. The walls were not as well maintained, and the torchers were fewer and farther apart. The echoes of their distant pursuers became fainter. They came to
a spot where a tunnel branched off to the side, but was blocked by a door, upon which was hung a sign warning of danger, and saying that visitors were into allowed beyond this point. Bobbywan and Kitkat
remembered being here before, while they explored the catacombs. Bobbywan had tried to open the door, to pose behind it for a photo, but it was firmly locked, and, alas, they had had to move on. Sir
John came to a halt, raised the pike, which he still carried, and flung the door open. He took a torch from the wall and then darted down the dark tunnel. Bobbywan and Kitkat followed. Bobbywan was
beginning to feel a strange rush flow through him. Here he was, in tunnels beneath a castle. With enemies behind, and friends to rescue, and yet he was not in shock. Rather, he was feeling strangely
excited. The tunnel they ran down curved down and around, slowly blocking out the flickering torchlight from the main tunnel, until there was only the light of Sir John’s torch, which glistened off streams of
water, running down the mossy, ill kept walls. After making a sharp curve, almost back the way it came, and descending at least a story in height, the tunnel leveled out and ran straight. They had trouble
keeping to their feet, as the floor became increasingly slick. Merely two minutes later, Sir John came to another abrupt halt(which was, in truth, growing rather annoying), but this time he thrust his arm
out, blocking their path. “Be careful.” He said. He moved forward and held the torch out. Ahead of them, the floor suddenly dropped away into nothingness, and the walls ended, as the tunnel opened into
the side of some chasm, running across their path. The torch lit the walls of the chasm for a small distance on either side, but the far side, the roof, and the bottom of the cave were still shrouded in total
darkness. Far below them was the sound of running water. “There is no time for explanations.” Sir John said, his breathing now labored and heavy, “There is something hidden here, and you must find it and
use it. You can reach it from this chasm. “How exactly will that work?” Bobbywan said. “You must jump.” Sir John said. “There is water below. Now GO! God be with you!” “What precisely, how do we find
it?” Kitkat said. “You will know it! Be pure of heart and you will find it! Now jump!” He handed Bobbywan the torch and darted back up the tunnel. There was a moment of silence, aside from the flickering of
the
torch, and the knights’ receding footsteps “So, do you want to be crazy?” Bobbywan said to Kitkat at last. Kitkat smiled his own dangerous smile. “I am insane. Healthily insane.” He said. “Make sure to wait
a minute for me to get out of the way, it I still can.” He took a deep breath, and then leaped out into the darkness. “KHAZAD!” he shouted as he leapt. For a second he was visible, then he vanished into the
darkness. Bobbywan peered into the silence. Then Bobbywan could make out Kitkat’s voice, faintly, and the words “fine” and “jump” Bobbywan took a few steps back and readied himself. Perhaps he should
have been more frightened, he thought, but he felt a great excitement, tinged with fear, to be true, and worry for his friends, but overall a thrill: he was going on an adventure. Few people were so lucky. “A
leap of faith,” he said. Then he ran forward and jumped out into the air, crying out “ELENDIL!” as the air rushed up around him, and he fell into the blackness.
I love the Lotr references. Oh, and was that a Indiana Jones reference there? And a cliffhanger!! Triple whammy. Moar soon I hope?
By Indiana Jones reference, do mean the part about a leap of faith?
If you followed the LotR RP, the LotR references make sense.
I love the Lotr references. Oh, and was that a Indiana Jones reference there? And a cliffhanger!! Triple whammy. Moar soon I hope?
By Indiana Jones reference, do mean the part about a leap of faith?
If you followed the LotR RP, the LotR references make sense.
Ja. Lol, yeah I just went over there on saturday and attempted to figure out the complicated tangle of RP rules and regulations . But even if I hadn't I might have still gotten it, I dunno.
The goon said something else unintelligent, and considerably less polite, about delays. A hundred witty retorts flashed across 8Legos brain, but he managed to not say anything, and picked up his pace.
Well, 8legos thought, Goatman’s idea might be crazy, but it just might work. They were blessed
that they were in the tower, not the..dungeon Interesting. Why hadn’t they been thrown in the dungeon? It could still be used, in necessary. Maybe Gilbert was just that stupid, or perhaps he wanted them
out of the way. They gave more credence to the “hidden item power” theory, which had occurred to him, after, Sir John’s fight to reach the catacombs, although he hadn’t been sure. But, now it was
appearing more and more that, perhaps, Goatman was right.
That is so me. Especially the underlined part. Bobby you do a great job of writing me into a story. And I really appreciate it. Keep it up since I want Moar.
P.S. Can my battle cry if I get one, can it be Elbereth Gilthoniel or something like that?
Ok Its a great story and I'm looking forward to see how I escape (if I do). 
