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[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

Grid: Q-18
Location: Forest, Fright Knights land

The two companions made their way through the dense forest, only talking when it was needed. After a half a hour, Bjarn stopped and looked back.

"Those megabloks knights would have gotten us by now...something's happened to them."

Aros shook his head. "Or they stopped. Kinght's Kingdomers doesn't like to enter the Fright Knights land. They say it's haunted."

Bjarn squinted around. "You're probally right. This place is dreay enough to be the land of the Batlord.

The two men spent the remaining day travercing the lonly woods.

By midafternoon the next morning they had stumbled upon a vast meadow. Shading his eye Aros exclaimed "Look! There is something over there!"

They drew their weapons and advanced. They were soon upon the craft. It was empty save for an small dragon.

"What is it?" asked Aros.

"That," replied Bjarn, "Is a windship. And that is our ticket out of here."

[the_great_one]

"Get ready.... it will be a rough journey." Willem explained. Willem sheathed his newly sharpened daggers, and hauled his pack to his back.

Barbod was now able to walk. He could probably not fight, but he could walk. Barbod tightened the bandage in his shoulder.

Drakko already had his pack on his back. His sword was elagently sheathed at his side. And he was deep in thought.

Graygon was sitting on a small bench clearly thinking about something. Reno thoiught it was his father he was thinking about.

Reno was staring at his friends. they had come through so much together. Where was Bjarn and Aros? Reno thought about what Drakko said, 'i have a felling that Aros and Bjarn would be heading in the smae direction.' Reno must meet with the other two.

The group of misfits hopped off the cart. This may be my last chance with the group for a long while... Reno thought, and it was true, the group would most definatley split after they had gotten off this island. The misfits slipped through the dark trees, and a smell of fire and heat was strong in the distance. The group travelled for 30 minutes. Until they came to a large fortress, with the emblem of a bat....

[Daimyo]

Grid: 0-16 Location: Near the Fright Knights Shore
THE behemoth Royal ship lumbered over the choppy seas, crewed by Breck's pirate associates. It was over a week from the happenings at Port Crown. Gabellan, a grizzled old knight, clambered onto the bridge, where Breck was surveying the seas.
"Order the men to unfurl the sails, Gabe, we're headed for Peregrine."
"Ah yes, Peregrine, capital of the Black Falcon Isles. I'll get a work."
"You do that," commented Breck.
"Alright ya blaggards, unfurl these bloomin' sails!"
"Hope we don't run into a dromund."
"The swords of the sea. Fright Knight galleys."
Suddenly, a flaming ball ripped over the sails of the Royal warship and landed in a spray of water and ash into the sea.
"Ah no... it's just that, sir. A dromund chasing down a Royal ship." sighed Gabe.
"Cut down the flag- I'll send a shot across her bow." Breck ordered.
The ballista gunners on the lower decks fired. The shots sent the galley's bow to the deep.
"I said across her bow, not on it!" shouted Breck.
The captain of the galley, in a grey uniform wearing a bat helmet, leaned over to Breck's ship.
"Royal vessel! Surrender or prepare to be boarded!"
"Well, that'd be all fine and dandy, 'cept we're a nuetral vessel, not Royal, and we pirated this ship."
The Fright Knight captain's expression went from determination to suprise.
"Oh- Ah, my deepest apologies, sir. But I'm afraid you'll have to be impounded for the damage to my ship."
Breck sighed.
"Gabe, we have a slight detour to take."

[kook]

Grid: L10

Alex had been travelling for days and days. He had gotten new supplys and sleep from crusaders towns he had passed. But now he was out in the wilderness, on his own. He did not know where he was going, he just wanteds to get as far away from the crusaders as possible. Alex was now on a grassy plain, nothing to see for a long way, apart from odd looking ruins. Alex felt like he was been wathched. A mad wolf jumped out, and stared at Alex, Alex raised his spear. Another 4 wolves jumped out, and bared there rotting teeth, slime dripping from them. The wolves all had, deep, red slashes down the side of there bodies. The fiercest wolf, which looked like the leader of the pack jumped at Alex, but received the hilt of the spear to his face. The wolf began growling, but then moved back to the pack. "Grrrrr!!" Alex turned around to see 5 black wolves. They were definatley the feircest of there kind. The black wolves leaped, all at once at Alex, but the first pack of wolves, stepped in front of Alex and growled at the black wolves. the leader of the first pack moved his head away from the wolves, and if he could talk Alex thought that the wolf would have said ' go now '. Alex did this and ran to away.

When he reached saftey, he looked back to see the group of wolves fighting. "Megabloks...." Alex turned around, and ran towards the wolves, he had to help.

[Lugz]

f13
daner entered Morcia, the capital of the mainland Ninja. There were lots of people wandering around, but they all seemed to know the place, the houses and building all were in Tan brick. Daner turned the corner, and there in the middle of the sandy street, were two shogun warriors, fully clad in armour, and both accompanied by a ninja. The Shogun warriors were, a middle aged man, and a young shogun stood there, there katana swords drawn. "Your friend killed my brother!!!" the younger kn ight shouted. "Who is my friend, and who is your brother!" The middle aged man shouted back. "Your friend id Aros the brave, and my brother is Malkia yunmosio! and you know that Shing Shokon! It happened in the seige of that crusader town when the Dragon Masters invaded!" the younger shogun told the middle aged man, who was obviously named Shing Shokon. "Well i cannot account for the actions of Aros, and i am sorry about your brother!" Shing said. Thye younger shogun ran at Shing with his katana. Shing parried and moved out of the way. The shogun warriors continued to fight. Daner thought. he had heard of that name before, Aros. He racked his brains, thinking. A vision came.
Aros, in a Crusaders town, Dragons. Jumping down. Alex Funt, Fighting alongside Aros. Aros, thinking of his brother, Reno. Yalkia yunmosio, on his dragon. Fighting with Aros. Aros, Killing him. Aros touching a pendant. the smae pendant. The visions stopped.
Daner ran over to the fight, and used a simple freeze spell, "Stopara!" daner shouted, and the two Shoguns stopped fighting. Daner dragged Shing to the nearest inn, and the spell wore off after 2 minutes. Daner climbed the stairs to a room, and Shing sat on the bed.
"What do you know about a man named Aros?...." Daner asked

[Daimyo]

Grid: 0-17 Location: The Barrow Castle
DRAKKO the Falcon Knight had always was known for his compassion. As he raced through the dank halls of General Barrow, he knew he would have no time for it here. behind him was Barbod, the heir to the Bull Emperor, and his partner- for the moment. He knew not whether to trust him or kill him; he certainly was a mysterious character, but one he could possibly count on as a friend. This whole chain of events, from the defeating of the king to the attack of the evil-looking Barrow Castle, had brought the whole group together.

BRECK raced over the broken bow of the warship, gutting Fright Knight warriors as he went. Gabe, in rusted, pitted armor, dashed after him. Knights Kingdom troops were camped out on the hills. The war had begun. Breck had found out soon after the incident at Port Crown that the Crusaders and the KK were joining forces against the Dragon Masters and Fright Knights. They had a score to settle and the Emperor of Legoland had approved the war, sending those emissarries in to announce his decision. The Fright Knights then declared formal war on the KK, only too late. The Barrow province was sandwiched between the two Knight's Kingdoms, and the invasion soonafter commenced. Nonetheless, Breck found himself on neither side, fighting for his life and nothing else.

Drakko slammed open the next oaken door. It was a room full of dastardly Bat soldiers, weilding their Flambergs. Drakko cleaved one in half, while Barbod's rage took the hold of him. In a few seconds the battle was over. A scarred knight and a ragged Crusader stood in the middle of the room.
"Hello, Falcon Knight. What news from the moors?" said Gabe.
"None of your concern, sir. We are looking for some of our lost friends and need no distractions." replied Barbod.
"No, no, Barbod, it's of no problem. What brings you this far from your home, Crusader?"
"I could ask the same of you. I'm on my way to Peregrine, to gather a force of men to attack the Dragon Master fief."
"Hah! You'll find no help there, Crusader knight! Governor Clavvius is already busy with the matters of the Black Knights."
"Exiles and renegades! But a small matter," scoffed Breck.
"Hardly. Your naivete makes you weak, Crusader." growled Barbod.
"Well then, I'd certainly appreciate your aid in getting out of here!" snapped Breck.
"I guess we can be of some assistance. Come here." Drakko and Barbod escorted the pair to the main gate.
"And be careful. Those KK won't stop for anyone."
"I'll take your advice, Drakko the Falcon."
The two strode off into the face of danger.

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

Aros glaced at the small dragon. "And, uh, how are we going to do that...the only experience I've had with dragons was that they liked to BBQ you for lunch..."

Bjarn smiled. He was begining to like the young rogue. "Aros, you're right. Most dragons are very dangerous and would have you as a sidedish. However, I've been told the Fright Knight dragons are tamer...let's hope I heard right..."

Bjarn approached the dragon slowly, making cooing noises as if he was talking to a horse. The beast shifted it's head to peer at the old Forestman, seemingly uninterested. A puff of smoke escaped from it's nostrils.

Aros crossed his fingers.

Suddenly the stunted dragon make up it's mind. Flapping wildly, it lifted itself off the ground and began to rise into the air.

"Hurry!" Bjarn cried. He ran and leaped into the swinging basket suspended under the dragon. Aros was close behind, just barely making it.

Leaning back, Aros grinned at the old man. "You are amazing...where did you learn all this stuff?"

Bjarn smiled. It's time to tell the lad...

[Daimyo]

Grid: N-18 Location: The Fell Forest
THE Knight's Kingdom army made its move just in time. Breck hoped Drakko and Barbod had made it out in time, because the castle was now a smoking wreck. They had to find a way to Peregrine, and they were stuck in hostile territory. The Knights Kingdom was known for ferocity in battle; Breck feared the worst.
The Fell Forest was a great expanse of wooded, dark, monster-infested land. Eerie sounds emitted from the forbidding wood as the moon rose on a black canvas of darkened sky. Horse hooves beat in the distance... too far awya for a Fright Knight, but not for a Kingdom paladin. Breck hushed Gabe and they slid behind a busg as they sounded closer. A barded horse in total black galloped past the, and upon it was a dark, twisted rider in black armor. His crimson cape drifted behind him in the moonlight and a jagged scimitar hung at his side. Yet another rider approached- from the Fright Knight's border. This one was on a pale white horse, that seemed to glow in the dark. It's rider was difficult to see, but he wore the paladin seal on his shield. Whispers formed in the cold air.
"Is it done?"
"Yes, the Barrows are razed. Barbod the Bull is dead."
"I heard the king was defeated. That was not supposed to happen. but we were lucky. Faolan did his job then?"
"The Bull's companions were... indestructable," the paladin complained. "They got away but I believe Barbod has been killed."
"Good, good. My plan is working perfectly..."
"Also, I overheard two renegades headed for Peregrine. They go to pull the Black Falcons into this war of yours."
"Ah yes... fools doing the work for me. Ready the Serpent. We head out for the Dragon Master isle at dawn... to warnthem of a treacherous Falcon attack."
The riders turned and parted. Breck sat shocked and stymied at the news he'd heard.

[the_great_one]

The castle was now a burning wreck, and Reno, willem and Graygon stood near a bat statue. Reno scanned the area. Burning bodies of Bat warriors lay on the floor. A bat warrior, whos face was partially burnt leapt out out the three misfits. He unsheathed his broad sword and readied it. But before he could even make an attack, a sword and and spear was struck into his back, and he fell to the floor, dead. behind him stood Drakko and Barbod.

The group searched the ruins, but found nothing apart from some treasure. Where are Aros and Bjarn... reno thought to himself.

The group had set up a camp, this would be the first real sleep the misfits had had in days. the group sat around the fire. Willem had caught an Elk for the group to eat, and Barbod had cooked it.

"so... i wonder where Aros and Bjarn are at this moment..." Reno asked.
"Probably riding some dragon somewhere... Knowing Bjarn" Barbod chukkled.
"Or in some witches cauldren, Knowing Aros!" Drakko laughed, as did the group.

[Barbapple]

Barbod laid by the campfire and fell into deep thought.
The first night I can sleep and I cannot get a wink He thought But mabie..I am endangering the whole group by even being. There lives are much to valubule to die for my reason. I will leave them. nothing is worth this
And slowly he got up. He Left the castle and began to walk into the wood. He heard footsteps behind him and whirled around, readying his spear. But he did not see a bat. He saw his groggy group of freinds, following him as if it were midday. No,He thought, This is worth it. And together, they turned around and headed back.
"What was that?" Reno asked.
"What was what?" Barbod replied.
Then they heard a loud screetch.
A dragon? thought Barbod

[Lord_Of_The_LEGO]

Grid: N-18
Location: Hijacked Windship, flying over Fright Knight land.


Bjarn began his tale...

"I've been a wanderer all my life, even when I was a child. There first memories I had was of running though the woods and catching chipmunks with my little traps."

Bjarn's face darkened. "That changed, however, when the Crusaders came. They tresspassed on OUR forest and demanded we pay large taxes and serve them. When we resisted the megabloks Crusaders slaughtered everone, men, women and children. I was saved by hiding in hollow oak. I was young and I would have died if the Forestmen hadn't come along and saved me. That's how I became part of their tribe."

Aros was amazed. Bjarn was actually confiding in him!

Bjarn continued, "When I was eighteen I had the urge to wander. I set out and discovered many strange and wonderful things on my quest. After many years I returned to my camp, only to find it destroyed and it's people killed. Filled with greif, I wandered about until I was deep in the Wolfpack realm. That is where I met Willem Blackcloak. The Wolfpack welcomed me and I was soon part of their tribe. However, there was trouble. The Crusaders, pushing north, were attacking more and more settlements of the Dark Forest, Wolfpack and Forestmen. We fought against the Crusaders many a battle and were finally able to push them back to where thay are now. The final was the worst and the bloodiest, and many men fell on both sides. That was where Graygon's father died."

Suddenly Bjarn stopped. Peering in to the darkness, Bjarn exclaimed "A fortess! There's a burning fortress ahead!"

[Daimyo]

Grid: F-22 Location: Peregrine, city of Falcons
BRECk had never seen such an awesome sight. Towering cathedrals abounded, stone towers and cantons that hosted thousands. In the center of the city was a towering spire in the shape of a falcon. Breck gasped.
"The Spire of Hawkwing," he muttered to himself.
The great stairs went up thirty feet to the grand, oaken doors. They opened to reveal a marble-floored hall, and a blue and gold carpet led to the golden throne of the Falcon King. Falcon pikemen lined the walkway.
"Greetings, Crusader emissarry. I have been expecting you." came a bellowing voice.
"Lord Falcor!" cried Breck.
"What do you seek of me, young Silandro?"
"Wish you to aide my quest. It is a quest of nobility, of vengeance, and of the better good in the world."
"And?"
"I wish that you would grant me an army. And a navy, to attack the Dragon Isle. but beware, my lord. There is a plot against us and our duties."
The look on Falcors face turned to rage.
"FOOL! you think I will risk open war with the most powerful nation in the world? Get out of my court!"
The pikemen dragged Breck away.
He landed on the hard steps. It was hopeless. But something caught his eye...
It was a well-built, sturdy inn. It said on it- "The Alliance Arms Tavern."

Inside a host of warriors were gathered, listening to a troubadour tell of tales of glory and adventure in the northlands... whoever this was, he'd hunted with the Wolfpacks, fought Royals with the Forestmen, sailed the seas on Dark Forest corsair ships and guarded the Emperor himself as a member of the Classic Guard. The troubadour turned to face the avid young Breck. He was certainly young, nimble and muscular. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye and a tunic of emerald green. Covering his wild, twisted obsidian hair was a green Forester cap and in it was a yellow Pheonix feather. His name was Trellex Vardan.
"Well hello there, traveller. Seeking an army?"
"How did you bloody well know that?"
"I know lots of things mate... I'm a cleric."
"An immortal?"
"Well, that's true, yes. I never age. But I can be killed."
"Yes, I seek an army to destroy the Dragons."
"Yes father, I'll ask him," said one ruffian to the air.
"Is your father a ghost, or do you converse with the almighty?" said Breck.
"In order to find his equal, a Royal is forced to talk to God!" replied the man.
"Yeh, he says, don't change the subject just answer the bloody question!"
"Hah!"
"But you look like a good fighter. Will you join me?"
"If I fight for you, will I get to kill the Dragons?"
"Aye."
"Hahahahahaha!" the man got a crazed look on his face. "Looks like you've come to the right place then!"

[gcg]

'I knew he would live, one of his friends is a healer, i could smell it.'
The assassin stood in the shadows in Fright Knight land, watching the heavely injured Bull lord walk out, away from his friends.
'Perfect' Faolan thought to himself. 'Just as I planned. The Bulls love for his friends drives him away, in an attempt to protect them. '
However, soon the assassin heard stirrings in the bush. The other misfits were following Barbod, stumbling around half-asleep, but following him all the same.
"Megablocks!" Faolan swore under his breath. Now it could take time. 'The Bull is injured beyond being able to fight, and the others, fatigued and injured, should pose no problem, but I wanted to get him quickly, receive my pay, and move on. Oh, well, it's all gonna come out the same in the end anyway.'
Just then a roar peirced the night, a dragon. As the misfits turned away, the assassin leapt at the bull, sword drawn. He would finish it now, one way or another.

[LEGO_KNIGHT]

Before the Faolan could strike Lord Barbod, he could feel a sharp metal pointing at his neck. It was Drakko, his sword was now at Faolan's neck.

"Drop your weapon, assasin!", Drakko shouted.

Faolan knew he had no chance. One wrong move could be fatal for him. He drops his weapon. Drakko gave him a kick in the stomach followed by an uppercut punch which saw Faolan fell to the ground. He was now in a vulnerable state.

"Who sent you to kill Lord Barbod?", asked Drakko.

Faolan remained silent. Furious by Faolan's refusal to answer him, Drakko raised his sword, ready to give the last blow and ultimately end this puny assasin's life.

"Stop!", shouted Graygon.
"Why should I stop from killing this guy who tried to kill Lord Barbod?", asked Drakko.
"Dont kill him...yet. He might be of use to us. Tie him up", answered Graygon.

Reno and Willem also agreed with Graygon except for Lord Barbod, of course, who thinks the group should not waste time on this worthless thing.

"Alright then", said Drakko, pulling back his sword.
"Reno, tie him up", Drakko commanded.
"Why me?", asked Reno, unwilling to volunteer.
"Thats because you are the one who can tie a good knot", answered Drakko, smiling.

[Daimyo]

WITH his crew of rabble, led by the aloof cleric Trellex Vardan, Breck Silandro limped onto the mainland of the now razed Fright Knight's castle. He had a favor to ask of an old acqauntance.
Drakko the Falcon knight stood with his back to the evil Faolan. Reno stared coldly at the hooded, greedy reprobate.
"Who do you work for? Answer or I'll gut you now!"
"Hah! Do you think that frightens me, fool?"
Drakko's sword flung out at the villain and landed just under his chin.
"I'll bet that does, though."
Faolan gulped. "The Black Falcon King... he hired me to kill Barbod. I agreed. I don't know whose orders he was acting under, only some black prince who wanted his kingdom back..."
"Propably a Black Knight exile," said Reno.
"Hardly," replied Drakko. "A sibling to Barbod perhaps. I'll consult him. We'll find this heir- I'm sure of it."
A nimble figure in the distance however interrupted them. behind him was a great army of fifty men.
"More pirates come for some fun?" shouted Reno.
"We'll soon find out, my friend!" answered Drakko.