In the Forgotten Keep Somewhere deep inside chambers moist with gray walls, there is the Forgotten Keep Where the future is woven and foretold by those who have only seen the universe The Forgotten Keep is where those who have been spirited away go You can see their bodies and their bones erode away in the Forgotten Keep They say there is a cage there A cage in the Forgotten Keep that holds the earth inside it's golden bars They say it is protected by three wise woman with powers beyond humanity And they say in the Forgotten Keep there lies the king's son, a Future Weaver Weaving the futures he sees in his dreams into a pool of the empty and forgotten These were the last words ever scripted onto paper about the Forgotten Keep. The man who wrote it, wrote all the secrets was brutally murdered in public. And his words were left to rot somewhere. But now the world is in crisis and the people must find this Forgotten Keep. Game On a planet with one sky being red and another being black. There is a time called No Era beginning. The world doesn't spin and time doesn't seem to exist. The only thing that may start time is if someone could unlock and spin time. That is where a war begins. Whom is going to be the first to get to the Forgotten Keep? Whom is going to be called the Time Hero? Who is going to become the rich one? The planet has been in cased with one side representing the day that has been lost and the other side representing night. Powers and Weapons Powers work like this, you can turn them into anything throwing fireballs and what not. But they work on this level: Innocence a way to conform natural energy, we're talking energy formed from storms, volcano eruptions, into massive amounts of energy. Innocence is used by children elementary to middle school.[3-12] The weakness of most Innocence abilities is that they are very hard to control since it is being used by a younger age. Intimation a way to conform your own energy, from your soul, heart, emotion, and turn into smaller, but more deadly amounts of energy. Intimation is used by teenagers and young adults. [13-29] Aggressor conforms both kinds of energy into even smaller forms of energy, but tend to often be the one that deals the most deadly energy. Aggressors are used by adults and elderly. [30-100] And there is a new weapon that has been created, something called a Drive and they are mech powered by pilots. Not everyone has them. Only in most cases mechanics and well the people you call street racers: 1. General appearance can be anything really. Even look like a Gundam if they want, just pretend to scale them size like. 2. Other drives, rockets, missiles, those kind of weaknesses. 3.They can be used for both sides of the planet 5. The size of man, well a little a few feet taller. Just not skyscraper. Like Gundams. 6. Only the really high advance military is jumping on the drive band wagon and they use them alongside regular vehicles. But not a lot of people use them. Profile Name: [Name of character] Age: [I like rounded ages 3-100] Appearance: [What does your character look like?] Personality: [How does your character behave?] Abilities: [Look at chart above and depending on your age use that kind of energy style and morph whatever abilities you need. Now the level of the abilities can be high, but make a level above that for a weakness. Example: Lvl 50 fireball well then your weakness would be Lvl 51 Blood boiling or whatever] History: [Tell us a little about your character's history] Goals/Reasons: [Why does your character want to start time again?]
Name: Azul Carroway Age: 18 Appearance: Azul is short, slightly muscled, and has short red hair, sharp grey eyes, and lots of freckles. Personality: Azul is hot tempered, driven, and has no doubts about what she wants to do. She has a soft spot for children, but otherwise is a pretty tough girl. Abilities: Intimation with tendencies towards lvl 18 psychokinesis and lvl 18 pyrokinesis. She's also very good in combat. She's weak against lvl 19 telepathy and lvl 19 aquakinesis. (is it right now?) History: Azul was once a girl from a loving family. Her family fell apart when her mother killed her father along with herself and left Azul and her brother alone in the world. Her brother later was taken with an illness and died. Azul, alone, was found by a swordsman who took her in and trained her in combat. She has been working with him in the war for quite some time now. Goals/Reasons: Azul wants to start time again because she wants the war to be over and for the children to stop suffering. She has no other reasons. (I don't know if this is still happening, but I think it looks interesting so I'd like to do it.)
I'll Keep the Forgotten. Okay Anir. Time has been stopped for years now. The time has never moved on this planet. It isn't that it recently stopped, somewhere around 300 hundred years ago time stopped, only the ancient people of the Forgotten Keep were there when the time stood still. So your character would have to been living in a normal time stop zone, it's just been with her all her life. Also I wanted to clear something up. In the brackets I have Innocence[3-12], that's age. So if you are in the age group of 3-12 then you have Innocence. If you are in the age group 13-29 you have Intimation, and if you are in the age group 30-100 you have Aggressor. You did good with that Anir...even though I wasn't clear on that. Another thing I wanted to clear up was how power works. Basically I am giving you the ability to have powers that may be near god modding. But you're going to tone them down. If you have a lvl40 power then your weakness would be a lvl higher then that. Lvl 40 power, but lvl 41 weakness. So you have to be careful on how much power you want to give in a battle 20%, 40%, etc. So I would like you to include the weakness of your abilities.
Name: Marcus "Thunderstorm" Moonshade Age: 13 Appearance: Burly, muscular, veiled by a black cloak. Never takes off his cloak. Keeps the hood up. 4"9. Personality: Arrogant, likes to operate alone. Dislikes anyone with similarities to him. Likes to collect prized objects. Abilities: Intimation: Level 13 - Electrokinesis and Aerokinesis. Weakness - Level 14 - Telepathy, Telekinesis and Geokinesis History: When he was 9, some bandits tried to rob his family. His father put up a fight and managed to kill a few of them and gave his family time to escape. While escaping his mother fell in manhole. He had no siblings. He ran towards a cave, seeking revenge. Stole a cloak, hid himself, practised. He now has deided that he has trained quite much and is on a journey to kill thieves, robbers and bandits. Assasinated the Bandit Lord, Bernard. Goals/Reasons: He was told that everything would be right if he started time.
Name: Terrance "Grim" Balenger Gender: Male Age: 16 (In actuality he's over 300 years old) Appearance: wears a black cloak with a t-shirt and cargo pants, sneakers, and fingerless gloves. He is a complete skeleton which can only be noticed from the light protruding from his empty sockets, or his skeletal fingers. Personality: A cheery fellow who is kind to anyone, but doesn't let himself get pushed around and isn't easily intimidated. Abilities: Intimation - Level 60 Necrokinesis and Darkkinesis. Weakness - level 61 Holykineses and lightkineses. History: He was diagnosed with cancer at age 15 and was soon hospitalized after that. He fought through some tough times, but soon it wasn't enough anymore. Halfway through his 16 birthday he died, but at that exact same moment, time stopped. He was trapped between life and death, he felt completely fine, but after a few days he noticed his decay. Skin and muscle were slowly falling off, organs were deteriorating, his muscles were growing weaker, but he felt fine and he felt no pain. After discovering his decay he ran away, away from friends and family, it wasn't until weaks of decay he became a full skeleton. He was still intact, could still breath, eat, see, hear, and speak. For 300 years he walked the earth, training himself in magick, and using his combat skills to their fullest. Becoming a silent hero, he donned himself the title "Grim" due to his appearance and inability to die. Goals/Reasons: is tired of being unable to die, he wishes to do one last heroic deed before passing onto the afterlife and resting in peace. (Hey Leaka, if you're going to comment on character construction, could you please do it in a proper discussion thread so this thread isn't overflowing with character profiles and comments.)
Name: Kaethe Age: 19 Appearance: petite with blonde hair and blue eyes with gold streaks in them, faint golden glow to her, seems humand but isn't fully human. Personality: Quiet but deadly. She's very shy and sweet, and doesn't seem at all caple of inflicting harm on anything. However she is very sly and sneaky and has deadly fighting skils and speed that makes her nearly impossible to see and fight. Abilities: Intimation:lvl 19 water molding (the ability to mold and control any water anywhere) lvl 20 fire power (the ability to mold and control fire) History: Kaethe lived a very simple and happy life in the country with her family. however a week before her 19th birthday some men came and kidnapped her younger brother (he was 15) for the army. Even though she is a mild person nothing in the world was more important than her brother (whose name is Jasper) so fueled by revenge she tried to follow the soldiers to get Jasper back. On her 19th birthday not only did time stop but she lost the trail of her brother. She spent her whole life learning combat skills (which she is amazing at) and how to best control her water magic, she now spends her time perfecting those skills and trying to find word of her well hidden brother. Goal/Reason: She heard a rumor that her brother's disappearence had to do with the time ebing stopped, so she wants to find out if it's true because it's the only clue she has.
Name: Enigma Age: 15 Appearance: Enigma Personality: Wise and intellectual. Strangely far more powerful then any other child. Strangely cold and strangely knowing everything. Enigma is almost like a spirit. Abilities: Aggressor-Lvl 15 Enigma ability is simple his eyes turn an odd gray color and giant crater like explosions happen. Killing nearly everyone around them. The ability is so powerful though that Enigma is asleep mostly. Everywhere anyone sees they see Enigma is asleep. History: Unknown....Enigma knows nothing of himself as well as no one knows anything about Enigma. Goals/Reasons: He only feels that it is necessary An NPC character: Name: Roger Age: 35 Ability: Super strength...weakness cannot block attacks Goal/Reason: Simply Enigma's protector Appearance: Wears a muscle tank top and combat boots with fatigues. Name: Rogue Age: 18 Appearance: Rogue Personality: Quiet, calm, and critical. He's the silent type who shows know emotional connection. He seems cold and cunning. Ruthless killer type. Though in truth he's very melancholy, sad, and lonely. Abilities: Intimation Rogue is able to control his enemies chi and it's like an a knife inside the body. The chi burst outwards cutting the enemy from inside out. The ability is rare and so the weakness is that it's a disease ability and the ability attacks the users body. History: Rogue grew up raised by a man who fixed up drives. The man was very odd man. He wasn't Rogue's biological father, but he did good enough. He taught Rogue all the ways to fight and to survive. Goals/Reasons: He wants to see night and day change
Name: Ornithin Aves (Goes by just "Aves") Age: ~70 (He's old) Appearance: Aves is an old, disabled man. He has balding white hair and bright blue eyes. He is also disabled and restricted to his wheel chair. Personality: Aves is generally a jolly old man, fun loving. But he is also quite wise. Abilities: Aggressor- Lv 70 Ability to control metal and to control birds. Weakness, can't move heavy metals very well, only lighter ones. Can only control a hand full of birds at a time and if a bird's will is strong enough he can't control it. History: Aves was head of the developmental aviary division. A division in charge of developing flying vehicles and taking care of the messenger pigeons. Aves lost use of his legs during the war due to an explosion and as confined to a wheel chair. After he left the war, Aves devoted his time to birds and to making a flying drive out of his wheel chair; which he succeeded at. A few years ago he lost his beloved wife, Sarah. Goals/Reasons: Aves is growing older by the day and doesnt know how much longer he will be around. Sarah died in his arms, her last wish being that she wanted to see a sunset. Aves intends to do this for her. Note: I may change the backround and reasons later on, those are still a bit sketchy.
Name: Julianne “Jules” Camden Age: 36 Appearance: Medium height, medium/dark skin, short brown hair, pleasant face but far from gorgeous Personality: When her mind is made up, she doesn’t budge. She has high ideals and believes her ways are the best. Abilities: Aggressor Lvl 36 Aquakinesis (includes ice) Weakness: Lvl 37 Electric History: Born and raised on the dark half of the world, she’s given herself the mission of restoring time so that her people can reap the benefits of the sun. Slowing her down on her mission is her cousin Britney, the bubbly girl pitching in at the request of their families. Goals/Reasons: Because the people from the light side have all the benefits of the world, and they don’t deserve them. She thinks that the people from the dark deserve the sun. Name: Britney Camden Age: 16 Appearance: Medium height, medium/dark skin, naturally brown hair highlighted blond, perfectly clear skin and perfect nose and perfect eyes make her mathematically ‘pretty’ Personality: Happy, really happy… annoyingly so. She’s the kind of person who oozes so much happiness, you can actually see it seeping out of her pores. She’s the kind of happy person that can’t understand why everyone else isn’t as happy as she is, and she claims to have never been sad, upset, or in a bad mood. Abilities: Lvl 16 Plant molding, and, rather than skilled in hand-to-hand combat, she tends to be very lucky Weakness: Lvl 17 Pyrokinesis History: Also from the dark side of the world, Britney loves to please. As per her family’s wishes, she’s joined her cousin in trying to restart time. Goals/Reasons: Because it’s her duty, and she’s going to restore time to save the world and then everyone can be happy.
Somewhere off nowhere: Can you hear me?, screamed the silents televisions. Can you hear me? Where is the time hero? Where has he gone? In your head: The ideals of time a mere illusion to humanity. Why does humanity want time so much? What is there to grasp? Why don't you turn back and go home? Will you stop and leave me alone? The voice rang in the head of every person whom echoed or even breathed the very beat of wanting to be a time hero. The voice somehow was to deter them from their quest. Were their reasons strong enough? Just go away and turn back. Turn back. Your reason ain't strong enough for bloodshed. Why bleed for time? It's just a silly old watch. Just a silly old watch. Go away. Why is this illusion you bleed? Time is merely nothing. Goals -Interact with at least an NPC or one of the members of the RPG -Get into a battle with an NPC -Develop character's reasons
They’d made it to the line in less than two days. Here, it was dark as always, but just across the way was a land graced by the sun. Jules’ eyes stung from staring across the line that divided the dark and the light. She would soon enter this new land in search of clues to restart time. No doubt crossed her mind that all the information to restart time would be on the light side of the world. Those fools from the light had surely had all the means to restart time, and were simply sitting on their hands, refusing to share the sun. The ideals of time a mere illusion to humanity. Why does humanity want time so much? What is there to grasp?Why don't you turn back and go home? Will you stop and leave me alone? Jules turned back to the land she left, her mouth twitched with an unmade decision. Just go away and turn back. Turn back. Your reason ain't strong enough for bloodshed. Why bleed for time? It's just a silly old watch. Just a silly old watch. Go away. Why is this illusion you bleed? Time is merely nothing. The thoughts ran through Jules’ mind, but she pushed them away. The ideals of time are essential to humanity, she answered the voice in her head. Turning back to the light ahead of her, she continued the internal debate. It’s because we don’t have time that we are stuck in this substandard society, when time could advance us to a height of culture and make it the greatest generation that time would ever see. If only time were here. Beautiful, she thought, just gorgeous. Britney beamed at the sight of the unshaded side of the world, the bright sun she’d dreamed of seeing one day was now almost before her. A voice in her head threatened her choice, her destiny to restart time. Not one for dwelling, she forced the thoughts from her brain, replacing them with shining images of glory she would receive after restarting time. Her smile grew even brighter at the thought. She looked over at her cousin, the air of determination clouding around her. The downturned mouth, not exactly a frown, and her eyebrows drawing a V on her forehead, Britney noted that Jules’ determination always looked a little like constipation. Giggling at the thought, she turned her gaze back towards light. Now what, thought Jules upon hearing the giggling from the incessant teenager she was forced to bring along on her quest. A clap of thunder from behind startled them both. While a lover of rain and all things water, Jules could not be caught in a thunderstorm. Exchanging knowing glances, the two cousins returned to their jeep and restarted their trek across the lands.
It was bright, as it always was. In the graveyard, night never fell, the demons were never unleashed, the dead could not return. A lone figure walked along this graveyard, within the shadows, envying the dead who could not return, buried within this cemetery, rotting flesh in a coffin, maggots drinking the blood of the despoiled and dining within hell itself. He envyed their corpses, envyed their everlasting death, while he wandered the world caught between the two fabrics of life and death. The figure's name was Terrance, and he was determined, he wanted to start time up again, his fate was that much worse than death and he longed for its sweet embrace. He heard a voice, a voice pouring through his head, as the leaves in the trees bristled with the light wind. The ideals of time a mere illusion to humanity. Why does humanity want time so much? What is there to grasp? Why don't you turn back and go home? Will you stop and leave me alone? He looked about, and saw nothing, his green glowing... sockets, flickering a light crimson as he surveyed the deserted land. Just go away and turn back. Turn back. Your reason ain't strong enough for bloodshed. Why bleed for time? It's just a silly old watch. Just a silly old watch. Go away. Why is this illusion you bleed? Time is merely nothing. A grin slowly crept along his deathly pale face, hidden beneath a hooded cloak so none could see. "Time means everything," he stated mater-of-factly, "without time I cannot die, for far too long have I been dammed to walk this world, for 300 years I traveled and found no cure for my predicament. However, I may have found it, whoever you are, I'm coming for you, I plan to kill you, and I will start time again." His eyes were glowing a pure crimson now, which slowly faded back to the humming glow of green. He continued to walk along the graveyard path, envying the dead with each tombstone he passed.
The sun’s powerful rays penetrated Jules’ sunglasses, and she squinted in the brightness to see the road ahead. Tombstones raced by on her right and left. A graveyard shrouded in light didn’t make it less creepy. That light was so harshly bright. Every time she blinked, Jules let her eyelids hover on closed, sluggishly opening them again when absolutely necessary. It was halfway through a blink that a loud KA-THUNK made her eyes pop open. Britney, who had been sleeping pleasantly in the passenger seat, sprang to life. Not at all disoriented, because such a happy person always made sure to never awake groggy or grumpy, Britney turned around in her seat to look back. Seeing a body, a human body (or at least that’s what she thought she saw – it’s hard to tell in such bright light), lying on the ground behind them, Britney gasped. “Pull over!” Britney yelled. When Jules showed no intention of doing so, she yelled again. “Pull over! Jules! You ran someone down, you have to stop!” Britney grabbed at the wheel. “No way!” Jules answered, shoving Britney’s hands away. “Anyone stupid enough to walk in the middle of a road deserves to get run over!” And anyone hit at the speed she was going wouldn't make it long anyway. Britney crawled over, half sitting on top of her cousin, and pulled the wheel hard to the right. Her foot stomped around the petals and finally found the brake. The jeep came to a skidding stop sideways across the road, a plume of dust surrounding them. Britney shoved the gear into park and jumped out of the jeep. With half a mind to leave the stupid girl, Jules let out a pissed-off sigh. Grumbling to herself, she turned the jeep and drove slowly towards the body. Britney was halfway back to the person in the road when she saw him move. She ran the rest of the way, saw his strange appearance, and stopped dead in her tracks. Jules pulled up beside Britney and slid out of the jeep to stand beside her cousin, slamming the door loudly. Finally giving notice to the body on the ground, Jules was taken aback at the sight. They both stood in shocked silence as the body rose before them.
Kaethe walked slowly, the suns rays beating down on her and her eyes closed. The ideals of time a mere illusion to humanity. Why does humanity want time so much? What is there to grasp? Why don't you turn back and go home? Will you stop and leave me alone? Because she thought, it might help me find Jasper again Just go away and turn back. Turn back. Your reason ain't strong enough for bloodshed. Why bleed for time? It's just a silly old watch. Just a silly old watch. Go away. Why is this illusion you bleed? Time is merely nothing. Yes, time is nothing, but Jasper isn't. He's worth it. She kept her eyes closed and continued walking as all those thoughts swirled around in her head mixing with the rumor that she had heard, the rumor that said the disapearence of many young men, like Jasper, had to do with time being stopped. She could feel fury welling up inside her and her skin heating up. She carefully took some breaths calming herself down, letting the heat recede from her skin and her eye's open. What if this is all just a rumor? a snide voice whispered in her head, What if you cannot find him and save him? What if this is just a wild goose chase? "It's not!" Her voice was loud in the quiet, heat of the day, she would save Jasper, she had too. Soon a graveyard began to slide into her vision. As she got closer a strange scene began to appear infront of her. A jeep pulled over on the side of the road at a crooked angle, and two women standing there, staring at a figure dressed in dark clothes who was picking himself up off the ground. The women seemed paralyzed by something, but she couldn't tell what. She began to move a little bit faster, her hand clenched in a fist; but she stopped short behind the two woman as she finally saw the face of the man they were looking at. A gasp slipped between her lips.
Terrance pleasantly walking along the road, turned in time to see a Jeep careening towards him, he stood there, he didn't care, it wouldn't kill him. Sure enough though the Jeep ran him over and he lay there motionless. He watched as the Jeep fishtailed about the road and finally stopped. A girl, a girl around his age ran out of the vehicle to come and inspect him. Another girl came out from the Jeep, he groaned a bit and slowly rose up, both were taken aback. He grabbed his head and snapped the spinal cord back into place a loud crack sounded out. He looked at his hands which were also a broken mess and he snapped those back in place too. "Yeah, that kinda hurt," he cracked his neck again, "might want to watch where your driving next time. I'm guessing from my broken bones that you were going, what? 50? 60 mph?" he felt around his chest area, he realized he was missing a rib, "crap, if you happen to see a rib lying on the ground mind picking it up." He gave them a look over, they were definately afraid, not too many people get up after getting hit. Another woman was coming over as well, she too had a shocked look, hmm more company. They were also staring at him. "what? Something on my face? Am I missing a tooth" he felt around his face, he realized his hood was down, "oh dear," he quickly pulled it over his face, "uhh, sorry about that. I'm assuming you'll be asking questions, that, or trying to kill the living dead."
Jules just stood there, taking it all in. The sound of the bones cracking made her queasy, and she looked away. She tried to focus her eyes on something, anything to get her mind off the grotesque figure in front of her. "Oh, yea, sorry my bad. I forgot to introduce myself, names Terrance. I'd at least like to know the names of who ran me over." Britney, who'd been horrified, perked up at the young man's manners. "Oh, yes, of course. I'm Britney," she said, smiling brightly but keeping her arm straight at her side. She might be nice, but she wasn't going to touch him. He didn't even have eyes, yet the space glowed. He could be toxic. She motioned to Jules. "And this is my cousin Jules. She's the one who ran over you. I hope you're okay." Jules nodded politely, but offered no words. Judging from the sight of him, Terrance was far from 'okay,' but that didn't stop Britney from trying to be cheerful. She bit her lip, and kicked the jeep tires, pretending to check on the damage. The kick set loose something from the grill, and it dropped to the ground. Further inspection identified it as the boy's rib. Gross. Britney, at a loss for what to say next, walked over, picked up the bone, and handed it to Terrance. "Here," she said with a smile. "You dropped this." Guessing what might come next, Jules groaned and looked away, one hand on her stomach and the other over her eyes. She squinted at a figure in the distance. Someone was coming.
Roger had been walking for quite some time. All though he knew that Enigma's hunches were correct, he couldn't believe the crazy length of where had to walk. Roger finally found himself at the graveyard, sadly though everyone had already gathered before he could get there. Roger was sadly disappointed, but Enigma never told him when he would get there. He held Enigma in his arms, carried like a bride. "The group," Roger called out,"Hello."
"Oh, yes, of course. I'm Britney," she said, smiling brightly but keeping her arm straight at her side. She motioned to the other girl. "And this is my cousin Jules. She's the one who ran over you. I hope you're okay." "A pleasure to meet you, not exactly the first time I've been run over, I'm okay though." The other girl, Jules kicked one of her tire and looked like she was inspecting her car, she looked at its grill and seemed to find something. Britney then took the item, it was his rib, she ran back to him, "Here," she said with a smile. "You dropped this." "Ah thank you," he was about to place it back in when Jules looked queesy, "umm," he looked at it and placed the rib in his pocket, "it can wait, I've got 23 others and I don't think they'll miss one." Terrance heard a call turned about to see someone carrying someone else, "Hello! Is your friend alright?!"
Roger got closer to the group. They appeared to be extremely weak or maybe he has seen tougher. He fixed his posture to keep Enigma from dropping from his hands. He never got tired of holding him. It was more his hands get stuck in that position for to long and that isn't good. At the moment without Enigma speaking the strangers might see a girl in a dress. Then again Roger still saw a girl in a dress. "He's just sleeping at the moment," Roger said, "He sleeps for most of the day."
Kaethe watched the strange procedings infront of her. She didn't say anything, though that was partly due to the fact that she had no clue what to say to a skeleton man and a couple of strangers. Soon another figure approached carrying someone. A silence followed the words, finally causing Kaethe to speak in her quiet voice, "Ok, umm not to be rude or anything, but is there any reason all of us are standing here still?"
"Ok, umm not to be rude or anything, but is there any reason all of us are standing here still?" "Not necessarily, speak your mind if you have to, as for standing around, I just got run over, so I see that as a reason."
There was another approaching from the other side. Jules rolled her eyes. This is why I didn't want to stop, she thought, shifting an angered look at her younger cousin. "The group," Roger called out,"Hello." "The group?" she asked, her voice low so that only herself and her cousin, and maybe that boy she just ran over, could hear. "We're no group." Jules tugged her cousin's arm, but Britney just swatted her hand away. Britney was still staring so hard at Terrance, she probably hadn't even noticed the others approaching. Trying so hard to make sure everyone around her was comfortable, Britney tended to overdo it so that everyone ended up uncomfortable. She meant well, looking and smiling at Terrance so as to try to make him feel less self-concious about his appearance, but Jules suspected she wasn't really helping the situation. The girl she'd seen before was finally close enough to speak, "Ok, umm not to be rude or anything, but is there any reason all of us are standing here still?" "Good question," said Jules. "Britney, let's go. We're out of here. Remember, we've got somewhere to be"
"Not necessarily, speak your mind if you have to, as for standing around, I just got run over, so I see that as a reason." Kaethe looked over at the skeleton man, "Yes I guess that is a good reason, umm well are you ok?" What does one say to a man thats a skeleton? "Good question," said Jules. "Britney, let's go. We're out of here. Remember, we've got somewhere to be" "Hey wait a sec," she said, seized by a sudden idea, "Which direction are you headed?"
Roger felt Enigma stir and his eyes fluttered open. "I know, what you are searching for?" Enigma spoke to them telepathetically. Roger allowed him to speak. "You are searching for a time and a place...searching for an existence," Enigma said, "But more importantly you are looking for the Forgotten Keep...I hold the map in my mind, you may fight over the map now...only one goes through the walls of the fallen kingdom."
