Professor Flitwick

"Kids! Look who just came down the chimney!" It's Darth Santa! Here to bring Christmas cheer to our home!"

"If only he didn't constantly wear that helmet, he could've glanced to his left to see exactly how for away the truck was..." Would someone like to help me just quickly search his pockets... "At least the teams are equal now."

The day after my family went to watch Attack of the Clones, we went to the local Toys 'R Us. I found, and feel in love with: I didn't really know the Star Wars universe very well then, so I gave Yoda's lightsaber to Bib Fortuna, and has him and Dooku travel through the door on the speeder, to fight against my Harry Potter troll.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my master and I are v- Get a Gawd Dam move on! Wha, did ya mamma smash ya head in with a croquet mallet? COME ON! Yes sir, sorry sir, Ventriloquist confirming sir!

"Right, that everyone. Currently the 'teams' are: "Anyone want to make some last minute changes?"

"I'm sure that James and Robbie know all the relevant information about eachothers houses. If we have any questions that the other can't answer, we can ask the relevant owner when we all meet up. This way, we can find out all the relevant information, and be sure that the owner's don't have the chance to hide anything."

"Well, I think it's important that Robbie goes to James' house, and vise versa. I'd like to stick with Ash ( ), and I also think it's best if we distribute the... less vocal members as evenly as possible, to minimise the amount of possible handicaps." Officer Jackson scribbles over two pieces of scrap paper. Robbies House James Swanson Julia Montgomery Officer Jackson Ash <3 James' House Robbie Swanson Officer Ryan Hutch Jack Montgomery "Feel free to sign up to whichever (though try to keep the lists even), or suggest a better alternative."

"Bro? Never had a brother before. I could get used to this new life! Hey 'bro', it's good to be back!"

"Ow, I think 'a little sore' may have a been a bit of an understatement! Well, I hope you've made a lot of progress in our absence, but I see we actually lost someone in the skirmish yesterday morning. My condolences, Sarah." Feeling grateful that his life partner was still alive, Steve held her hand, and whispered a worried concern in her ear: "Ash, did the doctor mention any maternity problems that might have occurred from the shoot-out? "Right, well, whilst I wait for Ash ( ) to answer, we might as well go to a suspects house. Can't see what we'll yield; they'd be unlikely to keep incriminating evidence around their house. On the other hand, I've no idea what they'd do with it, so we might as well check out their houses."

A tragicly realistic view of modern Britain. Except, she's smiling. Chavettes don't smile. I do love the details though. The graffiti Potatohead on the lamppost is genius, like looking in a Lego parallel universe!

About two months ago. This game has been going on for a while now, and the sign-ups have long been closed. Your best bet is to wait for the next Mystery game to start. It's currently anyone's guess as to when that is.

Thothwick returned to Blacksmiths stall, to fufill the suggestion of the generous Mr. Hybros, and sell the Fleuret for 25 gold, leaving him with 117 gold.

"Thank you, Mr. Hybros, very kind of you."

"Ah, Thank you Mr. Hybros! My, my, my, it would appear that I've received more items in this Hall then I did in the Arena!" "Before I head to the market, are you sure you wouldn't rather sell it yourself?"

"Oh, yes! Thank you for pointing that Mr. Docken! Would appear I didn't get all the sleep my brain needed last night..." Thothwick eats his cookie, granting one extra point to his power, taking it up to 7.

Thothwick, much better for having a good nights sleep behind him, looks at the Quest board. Three Quests, with a disproportionate amount from the Ziegfrieds. Thothwick lacked the levels for the Bonaparte Quest, and was neither a Cleric or a Mage, so only signed up for Quest #13: The Darkstar. "Whats the worst that can happen?" Thothwick thinks to himself, as he eats his cookie. "More Gold? What lovely news, Ms. Islanti!"

Thothwick wondered around the market place for the first time in his career as a hero. A blacksmith's stall grabbed his eye, and Thothwick went over to talk to him. "Good morning shop-keep. I'd like to sell my Bronze Sword for 15 gold. Now, wait a moment..." Thothwick took out a piece of paper, and wrote down the sums in an effort to speed up the process. "This should take me up to... 202 gold. I'd also like to have my Shuriken upgraded from WP:3 to WP:5, which should cost me 90 gold. I'd also like you to upgrade my Wipe to WP:4. This should cost me 130 gold, leaving me with..." Thothwick reached for the paper again, but was stopped by Anwyl. "72 Gold!" Whilst waiting for his weapons to be upgraded, visited a Gnome's shack of gold. "I'd like to buy a bedroll, my good sir. It appears one might be useful on future Quests. That would leave me with 67 gold."

"Ah! Thank you Mr. Cronk! Though I must inquire, who gave you these cookies? If it were Lady Wren, they may require a warning label."

Thothwick limped up the stairs to the saloon, one hand massaging his back, tending injuries inflicted by both Draco and Eric. Once at the saloon, Thothwick collapses into a chair, near the first three people on his Quest to make it back. "Ah, Mr. Cronk, it's good to see you made it out! This Questing lark seems much more strenuous than I had imagined. I do believe the jungles of Capuchin have spawned greater warriors than I." Thothwick wearily surveyed Heroica Hall around him, noticing several new faces have joined, and others had returned from their Quests.

This would be my complaint too. It wasn't fun seeing people in this Quest (and others) get to play, whilst I was stuck in a cell. If this is necessary for your (or for that matter, anybodies) future quests to take one person out of the game, give them something to do whilst you're doing it, like you gave Cornelius. It would've made the month I and Fred Fred Burger spent doing nothing more interesting. For the part I did play, I had a good time. The Quest's story was good, and it was... interesting to have to fight another player. I look forward to seeing how the characters play out in the future Quests, and especially seeing what part Zoot has to play in all of this! Lastly, I hoped I lived up to your expectations of me when you put me in this Quest.

Just to clarify, do K-nut and I need to send in actions, as we're technically not back in the game/Lexington yet?

I quiet concor- Da popsicle is right! I can barely hear ma self think over 'ere! It's great your all excited, but cool ja jets, capiche?

"Got it! I shall throw the Fire bomb at Draco from the back row!"

Ironically, if Atramor had been in this quest, and McCafferey had been a Rooster, then he would've killed the Basalisk in seconds!