Hannah

Arianwen: *catches breath sharply, half rises in seat and draws sword over her shoulder, sends it flying end over end through the air* *it lands in water with splash and sticks* *tentacles lash, something roars, then tentacles disappear in bubbling water with gurgling sound* *Arianwen reaches over side of boat, extends hand to Rameaux* “Haste, my…[Read more]

Well I thought so. 🙂

So Alex is an outlaw while Walter goes and gets a job in the government. Fantastic contrast. Hm… should we make this a sly commentary on governmental corruption? Just kidding. 😀

Now what? Walter works his way up the ranks, building an undercover army of his own terrorists (only of course he doesn’t call them that) all…[Read more]

Arianwen: *grips side of boat, leans over and touches water with fingertips.* *jerks hand back with sharp cry* “The water is scalding!”

Quinn: Right. *takes the other oar* *hands compass to Anna* Hold this and make sure we keep on course, please.

Quinn: *steps in slowly* I hope the hull is sturdy enough to hold up to all those snags.

Anna: “Well, I guess that’s fairly cool.” *rests hand lightly on pistol and looks at ghost* “So we just need to row this boat across the swamp?”

Forcing into hiding would give Alex a little more heroic credit.

Quinn: *puts a hand on Arianwen’s shoulder* There were similar inventions in Hradkenny, the port I sail from. I would take a guess that this man is an inventor. *looks at him suspicously* though was might be a more accurate word.
Sir, are you offering us use of that boat?

Okay.

So what do we have? We have the pushing off point, where Walter’s family dies and he suspects Alex of conspiring to that end.
What did Alex do at this point? Did he just live his life normally and roll his eyes at the accusations, or does Walter put the police on his trail and force him into hiding?

Arianwen: *stares, turns white, reaches over shoulder and grips hilt of sword slung across her back* “I have seen many things in my few years. Many strange and unnatural things. But never such raw, unbridled power. I would not trust it. It may very well be some dreadful form of sorcery.”

*Anna looking up towards ghost*: “I suppose we’d better ask this Tolkien, though I must say his time as a ghost doesn’t seemed to have improved him any. I’d have expected him to be more dignified.” *steps toward head of line* “Umm, Tolkien ghost, where exactly are you leading us?”

(my own thoughts…I fear the other threads in this forum are…[Read more]

Quinn: I certainly am. *glances back down at compass* *starts back involuntary* What in…? We’re facing northwest now! But that’s the opposite… *looks up at mountain overhead* looks like our bearings just flip-flopped.

Arianwen: *blinks, stares in puzzled confusion, then shakes head and starts after.* *to herself* “There must be some hidden significance. But no matter. The riddle was solved, apparently, so why ought I to worry?” *hurrying forward, raising voice* “My Lord Rameaux! Are you certain you know where you are going?”

Anna: “Ghost indeed. Since when have I believed in ghosts? And who send him, I’d like to know?” *sighs* “Well, at least he’s generous enough to give us six guesses. Let’s see…no pain, bruise your foot, a statue or figure of some kind obviously. And…ah. Ghost of Tolkien.” *snorts* “I’d have expected him to give us a bit more of a challenge but…[Read more]

(Cripes! That’s quite a riddle!)
Arianwen: *blinks* “Pardon— the ghost of whom?” *J.R.R.Tolkien shakes head and vanishes into mist* *Arianwen stands confounded, puzzled frown between her brows, thoughtfully biting lower lip**turns to others* “I… I know not what to think. I do not think it would be wise to ignore even the most cryptic warning…[Read more]

“Oh, that? Well, it’s more of a collector’s item. My brother gave it to me.” *Pulls small Lego figure from pouch* “It’s a character from a movie…umm, like a story one can watch.” *Smiles slightly as she looks at the figure then puts it away. “Suffice it to say that it won’t be of any help to us.”

Arianwen: *takes hand, presses it warmly.* “We shall try not to die here, shan’t we?” *smiles, flashes Anna half puzzled glance from bright eyes* “If I may ask… what is a lego bilbo? Is it… some kind of cordial?”

*Anna glances at Arianwen and slows a step to walk along side her* “It’s a dream, for all I can tell. Except I know it’s not a dream. So…no, I don’t know where we are thought I heartily wish I did.” *She clenches her jaw and shakes her head* “I’ve a battle to get back to. Hopefully this will be one of those cases where no time passes when I’ve…[Read more]

Quinn: *smiles* true, my lady. Better survive in good company.
*drops back beside Ashe* *holds out hand * Hello, I’m Quinn.

Arianwen: *glancing at Quinn* “No, my lord, to speak truth I do not.” *steps on thorny creeper, grinds it into ground.* “But it seems to me that some of them—” *flashes sudden smile, glances ahead, lowers voice* “May need what little assistance I am able to give. And I also must find a way to leave this place. I am willing enough to go in their…[Read more]