Soon, I hope. I'm going to pick up the pace. :tounge:  (Of both writing and the story itself.)

It was, put simply, beautiful. Bobbywan was about to say so, when unpleasant echoes interrupted his admiration; the sound of shouting, and many booted feet pounded against stone. Bobbywan and Kitkat looked at each other, and then broke into a flat out run down the steps.



Several hours seemed to have passed, the light was fading outside, a mist had moved in, and 8Legos was beginning to grow seriously bored, when, finally, interesting things began to happen. Goatman

appeared to be asleep, as did some of the other captives. Their guard himself seemed to be dozing, when someone pounded on the door. Everyone(except Goatman, who remained unperturbed) in the room

started, and the guard leaped slightly hazily to his feet. “What?” he said blearily. “The boss is about to show up.” A rough voice called through the door. “Gilbert wants everyone down in the courtyard.”

“Alright.” The first one said, shuffling over to the door and unlocking it. He began to step through, and then looked back. He grinned evily. “Don’t worry, we’ll get lot you nicer rooms soon.” He sneered, then

went through the door, shutting and locking it behind him. The sound of the two goon’s footsteps went down the stairs, and dwindled into silence. “Rather a pleasant and well-spoken bunch aren’t they?”

Goatman said with his eyes closed, evidently not asleep. “Oh, extremely.” 8Legos said, getting to his feet and stretching his stiff limbs. “They should open a charm school. So, what exactly is this crazy plan

of yours?” “Oh, it’s simple really.” Goatman said, getting up and walking over to the far wall, where he reached up and pulled a long, stout coil of rope down from on top of one of the supporting wooden

beams. “When we were here earlier I noticed these coils of rope up here. Fortunately our unobservant friend there failed to notice. I was thinking we could use your rope skills, and simply drop in down this

window and escape.” “Yes, 8Legos said, picking up the rope. “Yes, that could work. With a clove hitch around one of these beams, and a bowline tied around ourselves, we should be able to do this. It’s not

even crazy for a change.” Goatman’s face stiffened. “Oh, well that is worrisome.” He said. “Now I’m afraid.” “Well, it’s still a bit crazy, if that makes you feel better.” 8Legos said as he took the rope over to

the wall and began looking for a sound spot. He found a place where one of the wooden beams had a small gap between it and the wall and looped the rope through. “Maybe.” Goatman said. “But the crazy

plans are usually the ones that work. He looked around at their fellow captives, some of whom were staring at them blankly. “I don’t suppose any of you want to help?” he said. There was no answer, just

blank stares. Then one of them said; “You’re crazy.” “See?” 8Legos said as he tied the rope into a strong clove hitch. “He agrees.” “Yes,” Goatman said. “But we should hurry, before they return.” “Almost

finished…” “8Legos said… “There, done. Now, we as should probably both go, to avoid retribution, who should go first?“ “I will.” Goatman said. “I’m in the mood for an adventure. I think i can do it, and I'd

rather have to able to shout advice down at me.” He looked around. “What about them?” “We’ll just have to hope.” 8Legos said. He walked over to the window that faced away from the castle and peered

out. Goatman went over and joined him. The sun was going behind the horizon away to their right, it’s last casting a warm light across the landscape, diffused through a mist in a way that made them feel

as if they were observing an impressionist painting. Down below them the bottom of the tower was lost in the mist pooling in the shadow of the empty moat around the castle. “Well, 8Legos said. "Let's do

this." he tied a bowline knot around Goatman, who took the rope and gently lowered his legs over the ledge. "Wish me well," Goatman said, and then he slid over the edge, and dangled over thin air, held

only by his own grip to the rope. 8Legos glanced back to make sure that the rope was holding. It was. "You're good to go." 8Legos said. Goatman nodded, and began lowering himself down, hand over hand,

slowly descending. 8Legos peered over the edge, watching him through the thickening mist. "Are you sure this will work?" one of the captives said. "No." 8legos said. "It's a calculated risk." "It'll never

work," another said. "OhOh be quiet. People always say that, and they’re continually proved wrong. Haven’t you read Tolkien? Now, please, be quiet. I’m trying to focus.” “How am I doing?” Goatman, now

some twenty feet down, whispered up up. “Well!” 8Legossaid. Just don’t rush it. We should have time.” “Okay!” Goatman said. For several more minutes Goatman kept descending at a steady pace, still he

was some 110 or so feet down, and his figure was faint. He was almost at the base of the tower, about to enter the deep, ravine like moat, when 8Legos heart seemed to stand still, for he heard an

unexpected and horrible sound: booted feet rushing up the stairs. “They are coming!” 8Legos shouted down, abandoning all subtly. “Hurry! You must escape!” “I’ll be back!” Goatman shouted, and began

hurrying down the rope at a greater speed. 8Legos rushed over to the door, his heart racing, and searched frantically for some way to brace it, as the steps came nearer and louder. But the hooks that

might once have held a bar were rusted away, and there was nothing to block the door. As the steps grew closer and closer he looked over at the others. “For all our sakes help me!” he said, but they just

looked on in terror. The steps reached the landing, and now angry shouts were hard threw the door, as a key fumbled in the lock, a sound that had never seemed as fearsome before. 8legos Braced himself

against the door, then it was shoved roughly open. He was sent stumbling forward, but turned and lunged, trying to throw it shut. His weight forced it closed just a bit, but then it was flung wide, and Gilbert

charged roaring into the room, followed by two thugs. He was now longer dressed in spacesuit, but in the ragged scale armor and black helmet of the outlaws, and his sword was unsheathed. 8legos cried

out and charged at him, swinging a defiant fist, but Gilbert simply grabbed his arm, twisting it away, and swung the hilt of his sword at 8Legos head. 8legos tried to duck, but was still struck a glancing blow

that sent him to the ground. Gilbert Kicked him, screaming. “I warned you!” he said, and strode over to the rope, lifted his sword, and brought it slashing down. The rope was stout, and held, but was partly

cut through. “NO!” 8Legos shouted, and lunged at Gilbert, But the thugs grabbed him and threw him to the floor. pinning him down.  “No!” Goatman’s shouts came up from below, as Gilbert lifted the sword

and struck the rope

again. “No” Goatman cried, as, once more, Gilbert slashed the rope, cutting all the coils save several threads. “No!” Goatman called again, as for one, horrible moment those few threads held, and 8Legos

staring at them, unable to look away. Then Goatman’s cries turned into a scream of terror as the threads snapped, and the rope flew across the room and disappeared out the window. The scream lasted for

a few seconds, before coming to abrupt, sickening end that sent a shiver through 8Legos bones. Silence fell, then Gilbert turned towards 8Legos and raised his sword. “Hold.” A voice said, just as evil as

Gilberts, and slightly more intelligent, bringing Gilbert to a halt. Gilbert looked at the door, through which emerged another man. He was dressed in red and black, with an emblem of a bull on his chest, an

evil black helmet on his head, his bewhiskered face full of greed and hate, and brutish authority. “The boy is worth money.” He said. “I warned him-“ Gilbert said. “His friend is gone.” The main in black and

red said. “And they wouldn’t have almost escaped if you had done your job. Now go and get to work. Understand?” Gilbert grimaced, but lowered his sword and sheathed it. “What about the avatar?” he

said. The man in red went over to the window and looked down. “The vultures can have it.” He said. “Now go.” “Yes Cedric” Gilbert said, not very happily. “Sir, Cedric,” The man said. “Yes Sir Cedric.” Gilbert

said. He left, looking back angrily at 8Legos as he did. Cedric the bull turned and looked at them. “You’ll be going soon. Don’t fight.” He growled. “Watch them, this time,” he said, glaring at the guards, and

then he too left. 8Legos staggered to his feet, and went over the window, wondering if the guards would stop him, as they locked the door. They didn’t, and he reached the sill and looked down. The bottom

of the tower was now totally hidden by the settling gloom and mist. 8Legos sunk down, and then turned around, his back against the wall, his mind filled grief, and his head sunk down into his lap.

Again, sorry! I'm having trouble coming up with an interesting, original traps for Kitkat and Bobbywan to face before they find whatever it is they're going to find. (I still need to decide that) :tounge:

The good news is that, after that, I have a good idea of how to end the story.

And, I have solid ideas for the next few stories as well.

The second will be called The Missing Mod Mystery (or The Mystery of the Missing Mods. I'm not sure). It will be set in and around the LMBEs and Lego City, letting us see our heroes home base and meet many of our fellow users and Mods.

And from there it will get even more exciting. And I'll progressively start mish-mashing the themes more and more(Maybe with exceptions), to have as much fun as possible. :tounge:

“It's rather a shame” Bobbywan panted back to Kitkat as they ran, “That we’re being chased, as this would be worth it simply for the sight of this natural beauty.” “Yes, yes it would.” Kitkat said, as they

made a sharp turn and ran over bridge of hewn stone,taking the path across the stream, where it resumed its downstream course. “Gimli would agree, and be proud of you.” As he said this they rounded a

corner and their path changed dramatically. Rather than running along the stream, as it had, it turned abrupty and ran into the wall. Straight ahead was a wide, tunnel, running straight on, lit by elegantly

carved pieces of glowing rock, an easy, broad path. To the side, almost looking like an accident, was a crack in the rock, narrow, dark, and difficult, with jagged sides, so that one might almost have to

squeeze between sharp rocks. The answer, was, of course, obvious. “Their enemies”, Kitkat said, as he darted into the narrow crack, “Must not be very bright.” “Or merely ill-read.” Bobbywan said, following

behind. “Which describes nearly everyone these days.” “Not everyone,” kitkat said, his way past the close walls, on into the darkness, “Not us, for instance. We are very well read, I think.” Behind them, the

sounds of pounding feet and cries came ever closer, like advancing drum. “Dooming us to a life of intelligence surrounded by ignorance.” Bobbywan said. “Yes.” Kitkat said. “But at least we will enjoy

ourselves in the meantime.” Bobbywan thought about that for a second, then chuckled. “Yes. I think we will.” They pushed, easing their way between the sharp rocks on either side, rounding bends, and

soon the light faded to utter darkness. They had to feel their way before them, and soon each was injured by unseen edges of stone. Behind them the drumming footsteps came closer still. Suddenly,

Bobbywan said, “Do you bring the Grue Repellent?” Kitkat began to answer, when his hands ran into something so totally unexpected, his brain came to a sudden halt. It was a wooden door. A simple

wooden double door, with iron bands, with a latch. Nothing strange about it. Which was rather unnerving. As he was processing this Bobbywan came up next to him. "Is this it, do you suppose?" He said, in

a much more serious tone. "I had expected more traps and puzzles along the way. Perhaps that was the point all along." "Or, they did not think it could come this moment." Kitkat said. "There is much here

that does not make sense. How did these outlaws find out so much? How did they overpower the garrison so easily?" "It would a traitor." Bobbywan said. "Yes." Kitkatt said. "So," he contiued after a

moment," "Mister famousbright, are you ready?" "Not really" Bobbywan said. "But let's do this anyway." "Excellent." Kitkat said. Then he turned the door handle and they flung the doors open.