Professor Flitwick

"Son of a Monkey! Right, we should try and get these bombs out of the way, particularly the ones on the lowest dial. Seeing as we can't afford to let Mr. XX turn the dials down, I'll attack XX from the back row with my Shuriken!" Battle Order Tarn Velco Hans Thothwick William Harkenshire OOC: My first battle order, so forgive me if it's terrible!

"Oh dear! I can only offer my condolences, Ms. Nyx, it is a Humanish name I was unacquainted with until recently." "My word, I do appear to be getting names wrong today. I apologies, and shall now on refer to you as Mr. Tarn from now on."

Sorry CMP, it's nothing against you. It's just that after Baba, I don't think Thothwick would ever trust a witch!

"Very well. Mr. Nikolai, we have reached a decision. Mr. Hans, Mr. Valco, Mr. Harkenshire and myself shall be lookouts. Goodluck."

"I agree, Ms. Nix, that you are certainly the most able bodied person for this task. If the witch has no objections - and you yourself has no quarrels with being trapped alone with one - then he could accompany you. I certainly don't mind being a look out, but Mr. Harkenshire, Mr. Valco, do either of you have any burning desire to take the place of the witch? It isn't my intention to ever speak on behalf of someone, and end up making them do something they wouldn't want to do."

"Mr. Felton, Mr. Hans. A pleasure to be reacquainted who you both. I am afraid you won't be pleased to hear what I have to say, as all I shall to is echo my companions. We are but mercenaries in this war, and must do what is asked of us. If, like the cultists of Sphinx, Wren rears her head during our Quest, then we shall be eliminated too." "Shall we head on to the market to escort Mr. Nikolai, or do any of you have anything else you'd like to do before hand?"

"Well, should press on to the Palace, providing no one has any further questions?"

"Correct. I take it you, as the only women, are Ms. Nix? And, no, that was not an affliction I commonly suffer from." "If it's anything like a Wyvern, it's not. Now, a Wyvern's breath, thats bad!"

I don't believe it would need enforcing, if we all agree to a Gentlemen's Agreement not to look in the other Quests. Good idea, Waterbrick Down, I'll join in.

Thothwick pressed his palm to his temple, stumbling backwards and forwards, his eyes out of focus. Just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. "Questmates! If you would all be so gracious as to offer me a moment of your time. I just received a vision, from a small Dragon, who refers to themself as an ambassador to our order. It appears the Chimera is indeed being risen. In order to stop this, we need to kill an undisclosed amount of cultists in an undisclosed amount of time. It appears Sphinx is our highest priority. Mr. Phyllius, any suggestions as to how to tempt out the cultists?"

"A pleasure to speak with you again, Mr. Phyllius. Hopefully this time I won't be incarcerated. When Mr. Harkenshire catches up with us, and providing nobody has any further queries, we should head onto the palace." Thothwick stood still for a moment, before being struck by a query of his own. "I take it there is a maximum to how many we can escort at any given time? Also, Mr. Phyllius, I believe you missed Mr. Valco's question." The stats look fine to me, Zepher! Thanks for picking me for this quest!

Thothwick surveyed the Quest board quickly. "I'm in. Mr. Harkenshire is in too, so I'm not totally alone with unacquainted people. I haven't met him formerly, nor her, and- I'm the leader? My, my, my. And- blast!" Thothwick walked up to the Saloon, to where Hoptet was waiting for him. "Hoptet. I- I'm in a Quest. I signed up for it, several days ago, and I'm in. It's leaving, and soon." Hoptet wore an expression a mix between confusion, and fustration. "You leave?" "You'll do perfectly fine on your own for a while. Your Humanish is really improving!" Wanting to debate in his own, familiar tongue, Hoptet switched back to the Metasimian dialect. [That isn't what I'm concerned about right now. Why didn't you at least tell me? We could have signed up to Quests together, as opposed to you sneaking and plotting like some thief in the night.] [Even if we had, it wouldn't be a clear cut that we'd both be together. You could be carted off to the furthest reaches of Olegaia, far from any Metasimian translator, lost in a world of languages you wouldn't be able to fathom.] [Then why not wait, till I can speak Humanish as good as any Human? At least it would've let us be strangers in strange lands at the same time. That way we wouldn't have one of us off experiencing the world, whilst the other sips booze day after day in here! Why didn't you wait?] [bluto. There are hundreds like him out there, in need of the help of Heroes. I can't sit by when I could be helping to make the world a better place. This may very well be what your life as the boyfriend of a Hero might be. You have to decide whether you can take it.] [i'm not sure that I can. I thought you'd put the life of a Hero behind you, now that you had me instead, but it clearly can't replace the sense of adventure! I've lost count of the times we nearly died in Salmanda: The Wyvern, the Witch, those sodding carnivorous plants, the list goes on, bearing in mind I joint you group half way through your Quest! How am I supposed to just go through every day your gone, not knowing if you will ever make it back?] Thothwick merely stared back into the face of his lover, unable to come up with an acceptable answer. [i can't. The boat leaves tomorrow. I'm going to be spending the night in an inn. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, but the travelling alone could take the best part of a fortnight. Perhaps longer. It's all depending on where in Dastan I end up. I could be away for several months. It'll give you a bit of breathing space, time enough to think on whether or not you think this is the life for you. But I'll be praying to Orang Pendek each and every night that you'll still be here when I return.] Thothwick walked around the table, and hugged a solemn Hoptet, who neither rejected nor participated in the embrace. [i love you, Hoptet. Remember that.]

Thanks for doing these, badboy! Cheers badboy. I'm quite proud that all of my three targets (def, MetroiD, and CM (although def asked me to protect him)) were town, and that I didn't foolishly protect a scum. I tried to keep relatively active, but I feel I offered more behind the scenes.

Why don't we take another look at that handy little index again? If 'A Bedtime Story' finishes before the sign ups end (and, you receive a passing grade), you can sign up.

"Ah, like Mr. Docken has become? Very well, I imagine you'd be quite the force to reckon with. Our faith is not one of the Free Port deities." Hoptet, managing to keep track of the conversation, chimed in with his beliefs, bowing his head as he did so. "May Orang Pendek guide us." "What is your religion, Mr. Harkenshire?"

"First I cleric, then druid. In Salmanda, Cin and Bar, -" "That's Ms. Cinna, and Mr. Docken" Said Thothwick, clearing the confusion at the mispronunciations of the names. - lend me weapons on Quest. I heal most than I fight. "What about you, Mr. Harkenshire? What do you plan to have the Copper Fox teach you, in order to add to your Ranger repertoire?"

So, they were making one of the greatest Star Wars games ever, and then they cancelled it. They think it's a good business strategy, to cancel a great game like this, not even make KOTOR 3 or Republic Commandos 2, but keep making games like Kinect Star Wars, or the Force Unleashed series. Come on, Farnsworth, it's time to go. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35TbGjt-weA

Hoptet, confused by the term 'PirateNinjaTemplars', turned to Thothwick with a furrowed brow. "Translate?" "Bad people, kidnapping children. Like Baba, the witch of the Bog." "So... no friend?" Hoptet corrected himself, trying to be amusing in his broken English. "Certainly not a friend!" Thothwick scoffed, at the indignation of Hoptet's suggestion. Turning back to William, Thothwick answered William's second question. "I'm not sure. On our Quest, I found Ms. Cinna to be an upstanding leader, and a genuinely decent Human. Though, I'd assume she did earn the title 'the Dark' for a reason."

"Yes, very colourful indeed." Hoptet, oblivious to what Thothwick and William were referring to, continued the conversation. "You and Schrooft friend? Quest sound dangerous." "Hmm... so Ms. Cinna is consorting with witches and weapons traffickers? My my. I'm sure you can try and barter for her helmet, though we went through quite a fight to get it, I doubt she'd relinquish it."

"A pleasure, Mr. Harkenshire. I've certainly been seeing a lot of Eubric in this past fortnight. I've been giving Hoptet a tour, in order to try and teach him more of your language. Unfortunately, I learned too late that the tongues of sailors are not good for teaching Humanish." Hoptet took his cue, grinning widely as he did so! "Whores!" Thothwick, ever the paranoid socialite, gave his boyfriend a reproaching smile. "Sshhhh!" "Sorry Thothy! Hello Harshar! How was Quest?"

Slowly turning his gaze from Cinna, Thothwick turned to the Ranger. "Hello, sir. Affirmative, I am Thothwick. This handsome fellow beside me is Hoptet, my boyfriend, whom you'll no doubt know from the Quest record of our trip to Salmanda." "Hello. I learn Humanish. Thothwick take me all of Freeport to learn Humanish. Who you, Human?"

Thothwick and Hoptet walked into the Hall, hand in hand, the former looking exasperated. "That's the last time I take you to the docks to learn Humanish" Hoptet, looking rather pleased with himself, boasted his new-found vocabulary. "Whores!" "Ssshh! Not so loud, you'll get us banned! Come on, lets get a beverage." On his way to the saloon, Thothwick caught sight of the Questboard. "My word! Dastan really is in a shape at the moment. Have I been selfish, in sacrificing my time that I should spend trying to make the world a better place, by spending it all with Hoptet? Orang Pendek knows how many Bluto's there are, needing the help of Heroes like me." Thothwick, trying to be discrete as to not to let Hoptet see, hastily scrawled his name under Quest #29: Journey To Dastan,Quest #30: Ambassadors of Dastan and Quest #31: Lions and Lambs, and ran to catch up with his aforementioned Metasimian companion. "Where were you?" "Oh, thought I saw someone I knew, from my first Quest." "There's Humans we know" pointing to Cinna. "Ah yes, she's talking to Mr. Gibbin, my he's changed attire since I last conversed with him. Oh look, she's trading tha- ... oh my!"

badboy, I don't mean to be rude, but it's been over a week now. When will we see the player feedback?