Shadows

K-18 Crown Castle King's Chamber Are you sure about this? I am. But what if something goes wrong??? Nothing will go wrong as long as you do as I've said. I don't know, someone could figure it out. No one will suspect a thing as long as the real Vrend is locked in the dungeon. He is, right? Wha? Oh, yes. Can we get on with this? Look kingy, I don't mean to bore you or anything, but it's my life on the line here. He has a point there. Yes, but he called me kingy again, so I don't care. Sorry... Ok, sit still and I'll do this. I don't like it. I don't like it a bit! Shadows waves his hands, muttering a few indecipherable phrases in a language no one in the room has heard before. POOF! A puff of smoke envelopes Bluervo. When it dissapates, Vrend is standing in his place. Hey! It worked! It worked! I told you it would. I still don't see how this will help. I'll explain it one more time. Vrend admitted that he was working with Rangdar, but that he thought he was simply being loyal to the crown. He claims he was convinced that we were trying to kill you. It all seems to go back to those skellies that captured Bluervo. Maybe they're all telling the truth, maybe not, we need to find out. So, Bluervo will go to the secret entrance to Crown Church to report that there has been an assassination attempt on you and to ask how to proceed. We should learn a lot from the encounter. Sounds reasonable. Reasonable? It's crazy! I can't believe I'm doing this. Pinky will be watching from a safe distance, and there will be an entire squad of guards at his command. If anything goes wrong, they'll be there to help. Fine. Let's just do this. Bluervo, in his newly formed Vrend body, walks out the door, meeting Pinky as he leaves. They go over the plan one last time, and then set it in action. K-18 Crown Castle Royal Gardens When did this happen? Just a few days ago. I didn't think much of it, but now that Ravenia's deception has been revealed, it seemed important. Yes, yes, good thinking. Thank you for coming to me, Duke. I just can't believe it all, I mean, I know she was a little odd, but I never imagined she would try to take over the kingdom. It came as a surprise to all of us. I am not, however, surprised to hear that she had met with Flangdor, he's always been trouble, though never quite this much. I'm sorry I couldn't hear what they were discussing. No matter. We just need to figure out where he's gone to. I really do wonder what he's doing now. K-18 Castle Town Alley behind Crown Castle Let's see here, I know it was one of these stones. Bluervo finally presses the right one, opening the secret entrance. He cautiously enters the dimly lit hallway. As he reaches the room in which he had previously met Rangdar, he sees two of the cloaked skellies standing in the shadows, the large chair facing away from the doorway. My lord, I have news I must report! The chair turns slowly, revealing it's inhabitant. Oh really? Do tell! Bluervo stares in shock at Flangdor. I... the King... he's been attacked. An assassination attempt. Really? That's odd, I've heard nothing of that. You seem uncomfortable. Perhaps you should have a seat? No, I need to get back to the castle before anyone realises I've left. I just thought you should be notified. Yes, a good idea. You should do that. Bluervo turns to leave. Flangdor gestures to one of the skellies, who promptly bashes Bluervo in the head with a chair, rendering him unconscious. I wonder who that really is. From the sound of his voice, I think it's that bird. What? That blue bird we captured. The one you tricked. Oh, right! Aluvar... it figures. Well, it's about time the tables were turned on him. How shall we do that? Take him to the dungeon through the tunnel. Leave him in place of the real Vrend. It will take them some time to figure out what has happened, and by then, it will be too late. Why do we want Vrend? He thought he was serving Prince Rangdar, he never knew the truth. We want him because he will be of use to me, and this exchange will confuse matters. Yes sir, as you order, so shall it be done. You could have just said, "sure" and left, you know. I am sorry, sir, it is part of my training. Uh huh. Go. The two skellies leave, dragging Bluervo behind them.

Very nice! I'd complete the look with dark tan legs and this head: Add the appropriate hair and it's Monk, in all his OCD glory. Will we be seeing a Sharona in the future?

First, I'll say that it's nice to see figures from the games. TLG has been notoriously bad about producing things shown in the games, so customs are frequently our only chance to see them brought into reality. Now for the specifics here. That torso is dead on. I'm not sure what else to say there, it's like you ripped it straight out of the shot, it's perfect. Obviously the hair/plume thing is silly, and you mentioned elsewhere that you might try the leg decal, so I won't say much about either except that somehow, I expect that the hat could be done with a combination of clips and horns. At least tolerably so. Bottom line: Perfect torso. The beginning of a very professional custom figure.

After careful consideration, I can see no alternative but to concur with the Phes-antries expressed so far. Seriously, I've worked with him and his attention to detail, his raw commanding power, his clarity of expression and singularity of vision make him the perfect person to represent us. Plus he has nice eyes. No, wait, I said seriously. I don't have a clue about his eyes. Really. Honestly, he is the only choice I can see, one that I would have no regrets making and be thrilled if LEGO follow up with. They could get no one who would work harder and devote more effort into the job than our own Captain of the Forum, Mr. Phes. A vote for Mr. Phes is a vote for Pirates!

A great and fitting crew! It looks like those new Indy Russians have even more uses than I expected, good call. I only have one suggestion, and I can't figure out how to make it without sounding wrong... I really despise this PC world, so screw it, I'll just do it anyway. Did you ever considering using: ... to potentially symbolize a different race for the porter, since that was often the case on trains of that era? Just an idea.

First of anything is usually intended to be kept in it's original form, unless it's a theme I don't normally do. First of a new Star Wars or Castle set, for example, I build per instructions or kept sealed until there is room for it. Second one, I pull the figures to add to an appropriate display, then part out the rest. First of something like Exoforce or the new Agents line, I pull the figures and part out the rest. Every once in a while, I'll like the intended model so much that I'll build it, and sometimes it will stay together as well. One rule I always follow, no matter what the set. I keep at least one of each figure exactly as they came for my general minifig collection. Same with bricklink buys. If I get a minifig, it stays as is, unless it's already a spare, or I buy two for that purpose.

How did you miss the opportunity to suggest a PHESant [sic]? I am voting for the noble chicken. Good for pirates, castle, city, wild west, and almost any other theme out there. The kind of part LEGO could make a mold for and reuse over and over, which is the key to making it worth their effort and expense.

Actually, we're not signing. The letter was just directions to bring her back. I'm getting ready to negotiate a treaty that will bring a whole new dimension to this little conflict.

Alyss decided it was time to leave.

M-10 Dromindur The Ravine That does it! What? I'm tired of waiting. I don't know why Aluvar had to leave so suddenly, but for him to simply leave us for that Dragonator character to take care of is silly. He seems nice. He seems nice. What? He does! Because he sends up food for you to stuff in your face, sure! Hey, it's good food! I'm leaving. WHAT? You can't just go off on your own! I wasn't planning to. You see, I have these two knights who are supposed to be escorting me. I sort of expected them to come along. At your service. Thank you, Flynt. Good to see that one of you remembers his duty. Um. I don't think we should go. Why not? Well, nobody told us to. I'm telling us to. As long as you put it that way, I'll have the carriage ready in the morning. No, you'll have the carriage ready now. We're leaving now? I haven't even finished dinner! You've finished three dinners. Go get the carriage ready, and exit by the window. The window? We aren't going to announce our departure. What about me? Oh, well I guess you can come along, Boney. Thank you! So, it's settled. Let's blow this joint. What? I don't know why I said that, but it sounded really good, didn't it? I guess. Just get the carriage. Grandoth climbs down to the ground below. Alyss tosses her bags out to him, nearly crushing him. The group boards the carriage and Flynt mounts his horse. Suddenly, several armed men approach. Stop there! Where do you think you're going? We're leaving. Oh no you're not. We're under strict orders not to allow anyone to leave this meeting until it's over. It's a matter of security. Alyss sticks her head out of the carriage. Oh. I'm sorry. We didn't realise that. I hope we haven't troubled you. Please come back inside with us now. Grandoth? Yes ma'am? Run them over if they don't get out of the way. Yes ma'am! Grandoth snaps the reigns and the horses respond immediately. The guards barely have time to jump to safety. Give my regards to Dragonator, boys! The stunned guards head inside the tavern to report the event.

That's not the only begging I heard ... *spanks the Walrus* Pantones. Bleh. It was a big enough chart already. There are some additional colours floating around out there, so if I ever make an update, I'll pm you the new ones. Some dork was asking for Fabuland brown... Traitor! Er, I mean, yes, that's nice that it's easier for you. Don't get me started. My colours! MINE! I stole these colours fair and square and now he steals them from me? THIEF! Ok, so really, it's a nice program. People should use it. They should send him $10 for using it. Plus it isn't like real money, it's that silly Australian money, so it won't hurt much at all.

Ok, seriously, as Athos has said twice... post a link to the gallery. It isn't always hard to find people, and with all of the information we may be able to help. Otherwise, why start a thread about it?

YES! Give them shotguns and they're the guards in a chain gang from any classic 80's tv show. Think, the A-Team, for example. From left to right. The mean head of the guards. The innocent guy. The sadistic guy. The stupid guy. All you need is a dog and it's done! Seriously though, they're a little too uniform. Maybe it wouldn't be the same if they were spread out in a large display, but they do need more variation.

Seriously great, no other way to put it. Full size would be great, if possible, then we'll add them to the index! Have you done other decals/minifigs? Please consider starting new threads with your other creations if so. Based on the quality of your work here, it would be great to see anything else you've put together!

Ok, I saw the title and expected a guy with a drum and a guy with a horn. Maybe a guy with a baton. All I can say is... wow! That's a very nice looking band, and an excellent variety of uniforms and instruments. I am definitely impressed. Would you consider sharing your decals? Perhaps some tips on how you did all of that for anyone who would like to try it themselves? Seriously, great job!

Not yet, but I have a feeling it's getting vewwy close!

I would have broken my latest entry into 2 or 3 parts, but I didn't have the patience to wait for that many inbetween, so it's a particularly long one, and as it was all related, it made sense. I'm beginning to get uncomfortable about one thing. How exactly can we end this story? I mean, I'm on the verge of an alliance with the skellies who would undoubtedly send forces to stop the renegades who are attacking Crown kingdom. I've saved the king and queen (not a bad trick, since she's been dead for a few years), I'm not sure what else to do once I get that alliance formed, and I can do that in 2 posts if I try. Also, Alyss is really going to be surprised when she gets back to Crown Castle, assuming my request for her escorting back ever happens. If Dragonator doesn't wake up soon, I'll have Aluvar pop into his castle, fix his king's mind, and really throw things off. But seriously, I don't know what to do with anyone at the meeting, since I don't really get where the meeting has gone.

K-18 Crown Castle King's Chamber Do you really think this is a good idea? I don't have any idea. Well, that's reassuring. Oh, don't worry, Shadows is good at this stuff. He's watched a lot of TV detective shows. Should I assume that was supposed to make me feel better. Yes. Good... All we can do now is wait. Well, not exactly. I need to do something, but it's going to mean leaving for an hour or so. Will he back before then? I don't think it's likely. What do you have to do? I think I should just do it and not explain. It's better that way. If you say so, I trust you. I'm glad to hear that... I'll be back shortly. Aluvar leaves the King's chamber, making sure the posted guards are fully prepared for any possibilities. K-18 Crown Castle Royal Courtyard I can't believe you're doing this. Oh, don't get all nervous on me now, I'm nervous enough myself. You should be, you're about to face a killer! Not a killer, well, not exactly. Well, ok, a killer, but not a violent one. A nice peaceful, friendly killer? You're doing it again. Sorry... Shadows approaches a large oak door and begins banging on it, loudly. The door opens quickly, revealing an elderly man in a robe. What? Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you know how much noise you're making? Are you crazy? Do you really want answers to all of those, or just the important ones? You are crazy! I'm calling the guards! Don't bother. Shadows casts a quick spell. The man slumps to the floor. Hershnell! Who is it at this hour? I'm sorry, Hershnell is napping, perhaps I should introduce myself? Shadows steps over the now resting servant, into an open entryway. WHO ARE YOU? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? Do you people always ask so many questions? I am the Countess Ravenia! My brother in law is the King! He'll have your head! Oh, I doubt that tremendously, he's dead. He's what? The countess appears to be near fainting, then recovers. When did this happen? An hour ago. No one seems to understand his illness. Well, no one but me. I... I don't believe you. He can't be dead. Oh, this is horrible, you must be lying, you must be a horrible lying man! I assure you, I'm as honest as they come, or my name isn't Hargdar Flingblot. Did you say you understood the illness? That's impossible, no one does. All the experts have tried to solve it. Not all of them. If they had all tried, he wouldn't be dead. Do you know of an expert we missed? Just one. You. Me? Oh, I'm no expert in poison. I don't believe I ever mentioned poison. Er.. well, you know, of things that poison the body like disease, of course. That's what I meant. No, but you are quite the herbalist, and since you were the one who introduced the poison into his system, I have no doubt that you could have cured him as well, but that would be silly, since you wanted him dead so badly. I've never been so insulted! You're a crazy man, you must be. How could you insinuate such a thing??? Well, for one thing, the poison used was a plant that only grows in two places in the world. One is in the depths of a Skellie swamp. And the other? Your garden, of course. I see. Perhaps I underestimated your intelligence. I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement. Oh yes, I'm sure we can. I'm a very agreeable sort, for the right price. Money is no object. How about 10,000 gold? Yes. That will do nicely ... I knew we understood each other. ... for a start. Hmmm... The Countess Ravenia comes down the stairs and proceeds into her study where she retrieves a small chest, which she hands to Shadows. Here is 5,000. It's all I have in the house. I'll have access to a great deal more, very soon. Not good enough. I want it all, now. How am I supposed to come up with that much at this time of night? Perhaps a visit to the king's chambers will reveal some items of value that might satisfy my needs for now? Yessss... I would sort of like to see the old goat dead anyway. I think you've had a wonderful idea. Give me a few minutes to change into something presentable, and we shall go to pay our respects to the king. The Countess laughs a particularly disturbing laugh as she heads back upstairs. Shadows shifts from one foot to the other nervously. Bluervo continues listening from outside. Hershnell snores. K-18 Crown Castle Royal Crypt I don't know about this, Aluvar, maybe it's not such a good idea. This is our chance to make right of a wrong. It's not natural! Neither is a talking bird. Don't start. Ah, here we are... Aluvar waves his hand and the door before him opens with a groan. Bright blue light streams out of the doorway, a rush of air nearly extinguishing his torch. I'd forgotten how beautiful that light was. It's purity is absolute, or else it wouldn't have done what it needed to. Are you sure about this? Absolutely. Fine, let's go. Aluvar and Pinky enter the crypt. Lying before them is the queen, perfectly preserved by the magical force that surrounds it. Here goes nothing! Aluvar begins chanting. The light dims, eventually fading away, leaving only the dim flicker of Aluvar's torch. As he leans in towards the body, the Queen momentarily awakens. Aluvar... Yes, my Queen, I have finally discovered the source of your illness, and it's cure. Aluvar puts the potion to the Queen's lips, slowly pouring it into her mouth. A blue light begins glowing around the her as her energy is slowly restored. A nightmare... it has been like being eternally awake, yet asleep, frozen in time... The nightmare is nearly over. What of the one who did this? Who was it? I have no idea, but someone is dealing with it as we speak. This will take some time, and I must leave to deal with just that matter. Pinky will stay with you until you are able to walk on your own. Thank you... No need, it was about time. Pinky lands next to the queen. Aluvar uses his torch to light the others in the room, as well as those he passes in the hall as he exits. K-18 Crown Castle Outside the King's Chamber Remind me to execute those guards. Which ones? Those idiots that let us in. Why? Are you kidding? They shouldn't have let us in like this, they're fools. Oh, I see, right. Your surname wouldn't be MacBeth, would it? No, why do you ask? No reason... Shadows opens the door to the King's chamber and the two enter slowly. The King is in his bed, lying with his head tilted to one side, his tongue hanging out. Well, it looks like you did it, all right. Yes, I did. It makes me feel all warm and happy inside. Right. It was a pretty good job too, just like you did on the Queen. You know about that? You're seeming more and more intelligent by the moment. Aw, thanks, but it's nothing compared to you. I don't completely understand how you did it, honestly. Which part? I know it's a poisonous plant and one that no one here is familiar with, I understand that much. That's more than all those idiot wizards ever figured out. But how did you discover it, and more importantly, how did you get him to take it? Ah, that's the easy part, really. There is this wizard, well, he isn't much of a wizard, but he likes to be called one, so I humour him. He came to me one day, a few years ago, asking if I had this very special plant in my garden. I didn't. I'd never heard of it. And? And, being a curious sort, I did some research and found a reference to it in an old book. It seemed like the kind of thing I would want in my garden, so I tracked it down, or, I had it tracked down for a price. You have quite the deadly garden, don't you? Oh, you have no idea. So, once I had a sufficient quantity of it, I began testing it. I killed all sorts of people before deciding on my real goal. The queen. No! The king! I didn't mean to kill my sister, that was a mistake. I wanted the king dead, then I would console her and manipulate her and take over the kingdom. What happened? I made him a cake. A delightful cake, filled with poison. I never imagined that she would have a piece before him and take ill so quickly. He never ate a bite and she was dead in a week. And how did you poison him? That was easy. I tricked his fool son into putting it in his food. Rangdar, of course. Yes... You're beginning to amaze me. Well, I told him that his father was getting too old to be king and that his mind was slipping. I convinced him that the herb would restore him and make him fit to rule, thus preserving the kingdom. I'd have said anything to see him dead. He has kept me from my proper position and he cost my sister her life, all because he didn't want any cake. Well, now you've had your revenge. Shadows waves his hand toward the king. Oh yes, that is a lovely sight. Well, I can't say as I care much either way, I just want my money. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve. Now, would you be so kind as to hand me that jar? What jar? The one on the mantle there. I can't reach it and you're so tall. Sure... Shadows turns toward the fireplace and reaches for the jar. Ravenia pulls a very large dagger from her sleeve. The King sits up. Aluvar steps out from the shadows. Ravenia gasps. WHAT? You're dead! Not hardly. The queen enters through the open doorway. Neither am I, dear sister. NO! It isn't possible! I KILLED YOU! So you did. Now I shall return the favour. The Queen motions toward Ravenia, throwing her into the wall, nearly cracking her spine. PLEASE! NO! I DIDN't ACT ALONE! Really? Perhaps you'd like to tell us the whole story? I shouldn't trust you, you lied to me. I didn't! You did. What I said was, "I assure you, I'm as honest as they come, or my name isn't Hargdar Flingblot." See? Oh, my name isn't Hargdar Flingblot. Do I look like a Hargdar to you?

That's very interesting, sort of a "too lazy to look through the whole chart" cross referencing tool. I like it, I think. It has a simple elegance to it. I wonder if it would be possible to add a button to drop the hex code for the currently displayed colour into the clipboard, so it could then be pasted to the paint program of choice? Just an idea...

You're doing a fine job here, lads! I would have to agree to all the nominations in this thread, except for one clearly crazy one ... This is correct. The 'not for me' part, not all that other stuff. I will say this... at some point in the future, I'll be interested, but I don't think I'm the right choice, right now. For one thing, my current build catalog is woefully lacking, something I will correct in the future, I guarantee. For another, I'm too busy and I think that for now, I'd rather devote my energies directly to Eurobricks and Classic-Pirates. I do appreciate the kind words though, I'll be printing and framing them.

Surprisingly, I do, minus the Sample block and my sig at the end. I know you love those. I'll admit, you probably didn't expect that I did it this way, but maybe it will make your life easier.

Somewhere in Skellie territory Even further east than before Ok, that does it! Shadows pulls his cutlass and puts it to the skellie driver's back, much to the surprise of everyone. We've been travelling for days, nonstop. We pass nothing but wasteland and swamps, and we never seem to get anywhere. Clearly, this whole trip has been a diversion to keep us from other pressing matters. The carriage stops. The commander turns and looks at Shadows. Look to your right. Oh no, I'm not falling for any more of your tricks. No, really lad, look. Uh... ok. Shadows turns and looks, only to see a small shack surrounded by a massive garden. The sign out front reads: Brondith The Herbalist Uh, hmmm. I knew that. ... It was just a joke. Mmm hmmm. Shall we go inside now and see what we can learn? Great idea! Aluvar gives Shadows one of those looks. What, like you didn't think it at some point? The party heads to the front door, only to be met by an incredibly old looking skellie with a massive beard. What are you doing here? I don't want none of what you've got to offer, no thank you, now go away. Calm down now, Brondith, we're here for some information. I'm not helping their kind! They're trying to stop a war, a war that none of us want. What war? There is no war... no war. Not another war. I don't know. What were you saying? Someone is trying to trick our peoples into a war that we don't want. They plan to stop it. Oh ho, you do, eh? And just how will you do that? Well... we're not entirely sure, but you can help. What if I refuse? Then we wasted three days coming to you and many people, yours and ours, will be destroyed. Now now, don't go laying that at my feet, I didn't cause no war, not before and not now. But you can help stop it. Maybe I can and maybe I can't. What do you want from me? The king of Crown kingdom is dying of a mysterious illness, an illness that claimed his wife some years ago. We did all we could for her and nothing helped. If he dies, this war will escalate quickly. A mysterious illness, eh? Interesting, interesting. Walk with me, oh wizened one, we shall talk. Aluvar and Brondith walk through the garden, discussing past and present. Suddenly, it all becomes clear to Aluvar. They enter the house, Aluvar exiting with two small pouches. The two rejoin the group near the carriage. Thank you Brondith, you have just possibly averted a war. I don't know how we can ever thank you. Find out who is misusing the herbs and stop them, for me. Consider it done, my friend. Are we ready to go then? You have a long journey ahead of you to reach Crown castle. Oh, we aren't going back the way we came, thanks but no thanks. I'll take care of this one. Are you ready Aluvar? Thanks again, Brondith and to you as well Commander. Ok Shadows, let's go. The birds land on Aluvar as Shadows begins chanting. The party disappears in a puff of smoke. Well, that's quite an exit... K-18 Crown Castle King's Gardens Not bad, not bad at all. You know it was positively brilliant. We'll have time for that once we stop this war. Indeed. Aluvar and Shadows rush across the couryard to the King's tower, encountering several guards who are immediately aware of just who Aluvar is and make no attempt to stop him. They do, however, eye Shadows suspiciously, but who doesn't? K-18 Crown Castle King's Chamber What is the meaning of this? There will be no interruptions allowed, the king is very ill! Step aside, Vrend, this is important. How did you get back here so quickly, I thought you were in, er, away ... I'm sure you did. Now step aside! I will not. Vrend pulls his sword, making threatening motions toward Aluvar. You've got to be kidding me. He seems pretty serious, lad. That's what makes it so silly. There he is, all puffed up and self-important, and he hasn't a clue what he's doing. I see what you mean. Don't talk about me like I'm not here, cads! Oh, now that's just too much. As if the purple pants aren't bad enough, calling us cads... That's just unforgivable. Some people just don't know when to give up. Shall I take care of this, or would you like to? I'd love to, thanks! Shadows casts a very quick spell, pinning Vrend to the ceiling, unable to move. You may consider your position here terminated, now be a good little boy and shut up. HELP! LET ME DOWN! GUARDS!!!!! Several guards quickly enter the room, confused by what they see, but not daring to interfere. See, now they understand how to behave, pity you never learned. Aluvar crosses the room, pulling out one of the pouches. Let's see here... I need a few things. Aluvar snaps his fingers and his chest appears next to him. He begins digging through it, tossing items aside until there is a very large pile of odds and ends. You never did learn how to pack light, did you? I suppose you could do better? What are you looking for? Magic matches... Shadows snaps his fingers, igniting his forefinger with a ghostly blue flame. Oh. That is handy. I never learned that one. Aluvar lights a small oil burner with Shadow's finger and then begins preparing a potion. Shadows puts out his finger. You know, that plays hell on my manicure. Your what? Hey, I'm on tv, don't blame me for having to look good. Vrend and the guards just stare, not really sure what to make of all of that. It's ready. Aluvar takes the potion to the king and wakes him. Aluvar? Oh, it's good to see you... I'm not doing very well... so weak... my wife... it's... Yes yes, I know, save your energy, it's going to be fine now. Aluvar puts the potion to the king's lips. A blue glow surrounds the king as he drinks. I can feel it, my energy is returning... but something is wrong, I must still be sick. Why, your majesty? I'm seeing things. Vrend is on my ceiling. Oh no, he's really there, it's fine. Oh, good... Don't I know you? Do you? I doubt it, I'm not from now. From now? Don't ask. I've already learned better than that just from knowing you, dear friend. I don't know how you saved me, but thank you. Well, that deserves a story, one you'll have a hard time believing. The king dismisses the guards and Shadows casts sleep upon Vrend. Now, as alone as possible, Aluvar tells the king everything that has happened. This is unbelievable! We must discover who poisoned me, they're responsible for all of this! I don't think so, kingy. No? No? No. Kingy... He wasn't ever a bird, was he? No, why do you ask? No reason. The king rises, walking over to look up at Vrend. Why is he up there? He was trying to stop us from helping you. I see. Well, there will be no helping him now. Actually, I think we can use him, but it's going to be tricky. Here's my plan ...

I'm gonna have to put a renewed effort into this ...

Like they've already said, no matter how domesticated they seem, cats are quite possibly the most wild of all the domesticated animals. Sometimes they just get the idea to go, and there is no stopping them. A few days later, they remember how much easier it is having someone wait on them and return home. Seriously, good luck! Not to mention every cat within a 3 mile range.

Vader has codes? OH, you mean that he picked up his from the same place I did, Peeron. Gotcha. Sadly, his chart was far too incomplete to be of any use and since it kept magically disappearing from the site, I started over fresh to prevent that problem from continuing. I'm sure it's accidental, of course. Update: Well, comparing that copy from Brickshelf, they aren't even vaguely similar. I knew it was incomplete, but I didn't realise it didn't correspond with the widely accepted colour values. It's definitely not Peeron based. I don't know where that chart came from, or how anyone could confuse the two.