Karina Sanchez

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.”

Tolkien: *Stops. Waves hands in air to signal to others to stop. In tones full of deep meaning* “Inter-genre swamp.”

(Before them lies a hideous wasteland of bog which seems to stretch on interminably)

Tolkien: *Grabs branch on tree and pulls down. Branch swings on hinge revealing a hidden cord passing through it. There are many audible…[Read more]

Rameaux: I am certain of nothing. Quinn, keep an eye on your compass.

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?”

Tolkien: “You have discovered the answer to my riddle. Your wit is good. Will it save you from the swamp? We shall see.” *leads the way through the forrest*

Rameaux: I’m not sure if I trust the old man, but if we are armed, we are as safe with him as anywhere else, and we cannot loose our way if we have a campus. This I know though, that we had better try for the boat, for I would fear to cross a swamp with monsters lurking everywhere. A boat would quicken our progress and improve our safety.…[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]

As the character head into the woods, they are stopped by the sight of a grey misty figure in the form of an old man. He rises from a moss covered stone and approaches them.
“I am the ghost of J.R.R.Tolkien. I have been sent to test you and to see if you are worthy to take the boat across the great swamp that lies within your path to the…[Read more]

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?”

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]

(Yes)

Arianwen: *sheathes knife, picks up skirts and follows after*.

(Is anyone else enjoying how amazingly different all our styles are?— my thoughts).

*loud cries to all the saints of heaven* It was just in my hand! There is a witch on this island I will swear. *stops to check pouch and pistol, expression of relief* That’s it, the sooner we get off this island the better. I for one will not remain here any longer or I will lose my pistol too and I need it to shoot the witch if I see her. *Puts…[Read more]

Arianwen: “I have only my knife, my sword and…” *hesitates, sweeps eyes over coastline and trees* “Well, I did have…” *shrugs* “It does not greatly matter. He will turn up when he wishes.” *fixes eyes on Rameaux* “My lord… I beg your pardon, but I see no sword upon you, and no sheath long enough to contain anything more than that long, thin…[Read more]

We can discuss what some of those things are latter, but I suppose you can survive.

*Bows* Rameaux, master of disguises, and of getting away without disguises. I’m not sure if it will be of much use here, but we will see.

Well this isn’t France, I can tell you that, and it isn’t any place I have ever heard of either. Thus I conclude it is nowhere and somewhere. That is to say, we are in a place that doesn’t exist and we are stuck. We need to get out. How about we all review the supplies we have and then make a plan, or I will make a plan. Since if we stay here we…[Read more]

*Arianwen stares at beast with white, set face, sheathes knife, goes over and inspects beast as calmly as she can.* “To say truth, my lady,” *looking up at Anna* “I do not know. But if there are more of these beasts about, I would not find a prolonged adventure upon this isle pleasant. Dragons I can face. It is in my blood. But not nameless…[Read more]

Hey… I like that.

I like that.

Yeah… yeah, I’ll definitely think about that.

*goes off muttering to herself.* Remembrance… Remembrance… Rembrandt… no no no, don’t say that. Remembrance. Remembrance. I like that.