Professor Flitwick

Thothwick watched as the party was separated left and right, and the Witch was carted off on protection duty. "I really must remember to buy Ms. Ella something before we leave Dastan." "Well, hello again, Mr. Cronk, it's nice to see you again. How lamentable it is that we only meet when Lady Wren is wreaking havoc. And you're Mr. Galen? A pleasure."

I believe Sandy said it was because it would inflict with the main story line. I can't speak directly for Sandy, but if you'll cast your mind back to when the pictures of all of the Major Families were released, you might recall why a Werewolf character-class would cause conflicts with the overall story.

OoC: I thought we were just waiting for Zepher. He did say we were ahead of the other two Quests, and I assumed that we were having a cooling off period whilst they caught up.

Ah, thanks CallMePie. Sorry I couldn't work it out myself, it's just that the first three and the last two sound relatively interchangeable to me. I really should brush up on my D&D knowledge.

I'm afraid I'm not too good on D&D alignments, so forgive me when I ask, whose who?

"Fine. We wait." "Don't you start with the name calling, Mr. Harkenshire, especially with something so racist as 'monkey'. I am a Metasimian, and will be addressed without such derogative racial epithets."

"How, in the name of Orang Pendek, was this-" Thothwick's arms flail around, to indicate the entire room. "- 'necessary'? How can anybody prefer this chaos to be brought by their mistakes, rather than having it be sorted by others? Only you, Witch, who in all likelihood goes to the same Zoot-worshipping temple as Lady Wren, could mandate such a disaster. And, for your information, Baba kidnapped poor Master Ziegfried using the same methods Wren uses to achieve her goals, and the same methods you used to convince these heroes to join you: their slick and oily tongues, ensnaring our minds with the most destructive form of magic. How you've been able to be referred to as a 'hero' and sleep at night is beyond the comprehension of mere mortals." Thothwick winced upon Atramor's laugh. "Even your laughter is similar to Baba's. As for what we do next, is up for discussion. Thanks to your skills with mathematics, and the after effects of leading the charge against Constance, two of the people we were hired to protect are deceased. The other two, have been protected. The last remaining person is Mr. Phil. I'd assume - although I'm no smart and calculating Witch, so feel free to correct me here - we wait for when he requires protection. Seeing as you are so eager to be off, shall we go and see him now?"

In response to Atramor's words, Thothwick stood up from Tarn's side. "I knew that you, Witch, would consider the death of an innocent woman a triumph. As for where I was? Ha! You must surely be the only Hero in the whole of Eubric - Nay! The whole of Olegia! - who can insinuate indecency and cowardice because somebody chose not to partake in the death of an innocent woman! Why did I not fight? I couldn't be positive on who was correct, and didn't jump to conclusion that were juggling the lives of others. Maybe next you can start kidnapping children? You were her Talisman around your neck, you might as well start acting like her!"

Thothwick, still helping Tarn, leaned to whisper in his ear. "Look at him, Mr. Tarn. That poor, innocent woman isn't even cold in the ground, and the Witch has already bequeathed her possessions as he see's fit."

Thothwick, standing up against a wall, shielded himself with his cloak when the bomb exploded. When the dust cleared he could hear, amongst other things, the broken Humanish sentences the small rogue spouted, causing him flashbacks of Hoptet. The Emperor and Phil soon came, and informed the others of their mistake. "Another triumph for the Witch." Seeing the aforementioned Rogue provide aid to his fallen comrades, rushed to help his own. He extended his arm out to Tarn, the now badly burned Barbarian, with blood protruding from his mouth. "Need some assistance getting away from here, Mr. Tarn? Perhaps back to the hospital ward?"

Correct (as you can see below! )! Ah, yes, my mistake. I got confused between is Eurobrikcs username and his PSN name. All correct, though. Cheers guys!

1) 2) 3) 4) 5) Hopefully they're neither too easy, nor too difficult.

I don't consider myself a Star Wars expert, but how can a Mon Calamarian drown?

Thothwick saw several heroes run towards his group. Amongst them, he only recognised Mr. Cronk, who had changed since they last met in the Arena of Wren. "I am afraid I must confess I'm confused. Mr. Cronk, you and the Witch both assured us that Mr. Felton is the real Mr. Felton, whereas the Rogue in the green livery - I believe Ms. Nyx referred to you as Mr. Galen? - said he has his doubts. So, which is it? Have your group had it confirmed which it is? Or is the consensus from your group just as divided as Dastan itself? Until I know for sure what it is, I shall sit this battle out. Then again, even if you had unimpeachable proof that Mr. Felton is the real Mr. Felton, I doubt I'd fight regardless. Whilst Mr. Felton has helped our group, we were hired to protect Ms. Constance. Her rudeness and stubbornness is certainly frustrating, it couldn't lead me to kill her."

I was actually thinking about this the other day, and imagined Thothwick would be a humanoid/beast combination. Y'know, Thothwick should really meet Althior one of these days, I'm sure they'd get along just great!

"I beg your pardon? Leave? Do you believe your Dragon Knights could have done better in our stead? It was us who averted the terrorist plot by XX, saving the lives of Mr. Nikolai, not to mention all the people in the market place. It was us who rescued Mr. Mallelio from the cultists. They'd be cadavers on a slab if it weren't for us! Dastan would not have taken care of them. You, Ms. Constance - Nay! Constance, that's correct, your rudeness mandates you not to recieve the correct appellation! - and people like you, with your narrow-mindedness and entrenched racism will only hasten your empires downfall! Send us back to Eubric would be the nail in your coffin."

"Well, Mr. Tarn *cough*, I'm very much still mulling it over, but I can assure you that I shan't become a Witch; my morales wouldn't allow it!" Thothwick bolts upright, though the pains in his stomach cause him to slide back down again. "Blast, I still have Ms. Constance's sword! Ms. Ella! Ms. Ella, are you still there?"

Why not wait and see, Bricksandparts? I'm sure TheBoyWander will reveal it all in time, just have patience.

"Well, Mr. Tarn *cough*, I've never acquainted the Copper Fox, *cough* but I shall impart some advice, providing you have no qualms?" Not leaving time for an answer, Thothwick ploughed on with his advice. "I certainly agree with Ms. Nyx in saying you have the honour and valour of a Knight, as evidenced when the Witches knowledge of mathematics saw our party halved. *cough* Instead of panicking and fleeing, you remained calm and took charge of the remaining members of the party. You certainly seem to have the mindset of a Knight to further your battle prowess."

Thothwick reached for his pocket watch, and flicked it open. Upon seeing the picture of Hoptet and himself, his stomach twinged in manor unrelated to the strange concoction that he drank earlier. "I don't know, Witch. *cough* I'm unaware of how long we've been here, *cough* let alone how long we'll remain here. All depends how many more you poison."

I believe the original Lego Star Wars game was released before Episode III was released, so it would not be unprecedented if levels based on the Hobbit: Part 1 were included.

"One *cough* should never *cough* trust a *cough* Witch!" Thothwick lent forward, coughing more as he did so, to be able to view Tarn. "Do not blame yourself, Mr. Tarn. *cough* I'm sure you fought *cough* valiantly against them." Collapsing back on his bed, Thothwick turned to address Constance. "Whilst Mr. Tarn and the Witch have filled you in on most of what happened, *cough* they left out something. *cough* You are not as invisible as you would have yourself believe, Ms. Constance. *cough* Whilst we were on our way to return your sword, several assassins ambushed us. They said they were expecting you. *cough* Either you are soon to be targeted, or Mr. Felton was correct in his assumption that there is a spy in the Drakencourt."

You just can't seem to get that extra little bit of experience to make it to level 19!

"Indeed. May Orang Pendek guide us." Thothwick downs drink 13.

OoC: If you don't mind, leave it till some of the others are around to agree, just to make sure.