"That was a marvelous idea."
"I'll go first then. Unless, of course, someone would like to take my place. After you? Anyone? I have no problem entering foremost, but I'm also a practicer of good manners."

"Hes a scout!" The party looked blankly at him again. He sighed. "Fine. Ill go fir-second then." He flicked his sleeves to free his hands and stepped through.

"woosh" and he was gone, then out of knowere flyes a huge ship-





since i suck at making charictors i will just put in some detailes

You appear in a modern world... you are standing on a rooftop of a skyscraper overlooking a city
shadowking, you cannot do that, sorry but i make up the story and you can either make your own topic, or smash your head against a brick wall , or make a character

Hmmm...any ideas?
*looks at Skalathrax*

"I hate this time period. No taste in fashion at all. They think robes and armour are 'silly.' " Skalathrax grumbled. "Lets find out where we are."
He flicked his hands loose of his sleeves and muttered swiftly in a forgotten tongue as his hands wove shapes in the air in front of him, multicoloured energy streaming from his hands. He finished the incantation and examined the rune in front of him, and snorted.
"Well we're not in kansas anymore dorothy."

[Hopefully ILPY will tell us where we are in relation to the maze, as thats what the spell does.]

you see that you are almost a universe away from the maze.... and don't forget abou the monkey with you he screams loudly as if trying to warn you of something <--- monkey!

you look around and see a man in a black suit. with a gun. pointed at you... WHAT DO YOU DO???

yes i am continuing this hope its not grave digging...

Didnt notice your previous reply, sorry!

"That is not polite." Skalathrax gazed coolly at the man as Gale severed his arm as she drew her sword. "We do not dismember people on the first date dear." He pinched hard on the mans bleeding stump as he reeled in shock, stopping the blood. "Now why did you point your upjumped blunderbuss at me?"

[Sorry for controlling you gale, but had the idea and liked it too much.]