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@Firra

Oh shoot... sorry for the ping, i didn't realise you had already replied to me, silly me D| That makes sense though, thankyou for clarifying, Firra.

@Firra @Stanzascale

Yeah, one of the things we thought about when writing was pretty much that it's almost impossible to wipe out everything from what seems like a massive civilization. There's always some trace of it.

There's also usually some way to translate ancient languages. Of course, mistranslations are also possible (though I didn't go into it, the Words of the Speaker book I mentioned is likely more what early dragons thought were the translations, rather than the exact meaning of whatever stone tablets had survived).

But in our own history, for example, Egyptian hieroglyphs weren't really translatable until someone found the Rosetta stone, with both hieroglyphs and Ancient Greek on it, and used that to get a rough approximation of what the different hieroglyphs meant, because Ancient Greek was already translatable. I would imagine there might be something similar for the Second Age, though much more hidden than the Rosetta stone was.

This whole thing gets into one of my general frustrations with the site, in that it has such amazing potential of lore but does nothing with it (*coughBountyofElementsstillneedsaconclusioncough*).

@Stanzascale @akitcougar

One of the interesting things about the Emporium theme is it's apparently brigadoon-esq behavior, so there is timey-wimey stuff happening there (but certainly not timetravel as you mentioned). I think there is a reason why a scholar of past ages would choose to live there rather than anywhere else.

Also, about languages. Most languages are translated by looking a closely related languages, but there are other ways to do it. Anything with an internal pattern and rules (like language) is decipherable with enough data, theoretically. I very much doubt that they have concrete translations and it is rather and groups 'possible translations maybe' instead.

I don't really use second age lore much in my own clan lore either, though I think it's really interesting to think about. I do think it's a piece of Sorneith that get neglected, though perhaps that for the best overall.

@/Firra Thanks for running the game, it was fun! [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33645212] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/336453/33645212_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Rena grins at her new friend. "No, but it sounds like a pretty awesome adventure." Without knowing why, or if it's even true, she thinks maybe that prison break is for Andraste. Either way, she owes them both. [i]big time[/i]. Of course.... "I just need to let my mates know I'm alright first, sorta snuck an encrypted message their way when I wasn't sure if I was gonna...y'know...survive." It turns out an unnecessary step as she and Cat exit the building within sight of a deadly-looking, shadowy imperial, holding the gizmo she'd [i]just[/i] released. "Tully!" She calls out and he stiffens, head whipping their direction. It's Ehrendil, the pale mint-green coatl who answers her. "Rena!" Tulosa stops him from rushing forward, eyes narrowed on Cotriona. His posture only eases as Rena zips toward them happily. Cat, presumably, stays at ease, letting her go. Only then does he release Dil for the last few feet. They both fret over her. While she catches them up on her misadventure, Ehrendil nuzzles and searches for any signs of injuries he might heal, more like a worried puppy than a healer. His task made difficult by how tightly Tully holds onto her. The imperial keeps half an eye out for any further threats. "I'm safe now," she assures them for about the hundredth time. The three huddle for a few moments before Rena pulls away. "This is Cotriona," she tells them, "She helped save my life and [i]you two[/i]" her coils squeeze the both of them affectionately, "Are just in time for the jail break portion." "We've got to work on your definition of safe," Tully says with amused affection. ------------ [i]I took the liberty of saying that based on the info Rena sent out, Tully had the skillset to eventually lead them to Enzul as well. And while he would be much sneakier alone, Ehrendil would be far too worried to just sit back and wait for the both of them.[/i] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34638345] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/346384/34638345_350.png[/img] [/url] Tulosa (Tully) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38060910] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/380610/38060910_350.png[/img] [/url] Ehrendil (Dil)[/center] [i]Sidenote: Dil is usually RPed by @Telurin (who has her own version of this trio in her lair). While I used my dragon of that name, he is still her character.[/i] [center][b]Table of Contents[/b][/center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/1#post_34376381]Game Post 1 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/6#post_34391068]Rena's Response 1 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/7#post_34393679]Game Post 2(X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/10#post_34408540]Rena's Response 2 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/11#post_34413050]Game Post 3 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/13#post_34417884]Rena's Response 3 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/16#post_34431479]Game Post 4 (X)[/url] - 2nd portion [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/20#post_34447908]Rena's Response 4 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/20#post_34449583]Game Post 5 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/21#post_34449798]Rena's Response 5 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/25#post_34468025]Game Post 6 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/28#post_34475998]Rena's Response 6 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/30#post_34486711]Game Post 7 (X)[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/35#post_34490996]Rena's Response 7 (X)[/url] (You are here)

@akitcougar @Firra

I find it interesting that it seems some cases of untranslated scripts do exist. Most on listed on the article found would seem to pertain to a small sample, yes. Though the Indus Valley script, or Harappan language, appears to be one with more material available to try analyse or speculate on. Just in case it was of interest.

If at some stage the devs reveal that there was a civilisation that survived the Second Age, then I could imagine a Rosetta stone of sorts, akitcougar. Otherwise I'll wonder what translatable language was around concurrently with other languages of the age that could work analogously to Ancient Greek.

Mm, after coming off hiatus this week I was somewhat disappointed with how Bounty of the Elements seemed to conclude, as it seemed to be build-up for the eye update and some worldbuilding. Hopefully we'll learn more about some of what happened when we get the map revamped or building up to it (if we want to be really optimistic we can speculate it'll come up with the arrival of Adventure, heh).


A very good point about internal patterns, Firra. (I at least am aware that it's the case with some ciphers that with too little data decrypting can be very difficult.) I'll try remember about the point about many approximate attempts at translation, a tricky translation problem won't stop folks trying after all.


Thanks for this discussion you two, double-checking things for it has made me consider creating/developing a character interested in the age who focusses on use of symbols (like those that were on the Pillar) and visual depictions, seeking contact with beastclans (to try find out what caused the explosion, wouldn't bet on their chances though). :)

(Well, shoot... Revn's dead now? Mmmm... I'll still RP with him one last time!)

Panic. Pain. White.
There was a faint ringing that Revn came to realize was only in his head. Was he dead? Alive? He may have been gifted the ability to never age, but he could still die through other means. The prospect was terrifying to him.
Everything was dark now, all he could hear was the ringing and silence. If this was death, it was lonely.
But maybe he was alive. Maybe he just had his eyes closed. Maybe he was in a windowless cell. He didn't know, but he hoped with all his heart this wasn't the end for him. That he'd get to see all his friends again.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30376052] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/303761/30376052_350.png[/img] [/url] It wasn't clear how much longer Manasurge continued to sit there in front of that statue as the two of them glowed back and forth at each other, silently communicating. She belonged here. Why had she ever been anywhere else? How foolish of her not to return sooner. The Tundra continued to glow, brighter and brighter, until she illuminated everything in the chamber. This was what she'd been searching for- this knowledge, this power. She had to have it, and at last she reached out to touch the statue's flat face. Touching first, then pressing up against it, as closely as she could. Its power flowed into her, and she felt a surge of magical energy unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Slowly, she began to laugh, quietly at first, but soon with a voice that made the walls rumble. She loved this place. And now, she was about to show it her love in return. ---------------------------------------- Clan Twinstar was in a panic. The festival was being evacuated, and everyone was in a rush to pack up and get back aboard their airship before it was too late. "Let's go, let's go, everyone on board!" Kelran the clan leader yelled as he ushered the others aboard the [i]Vision of Starlight[/i]. They'd had to leave so much behind in their haste, but Kelran was determined to make sure they at least got out of here with their lives. As the ship's engines spun to life, he stood on the boarding ramp, doing one last headcount to make sure everyone was on board. But he kept coming up short. Someone was missing. "Oh, Arcanist," the Tundra said. "Has anyone seen Manasurge?" ----------------------------- The museum exploded into rubble as an enormous dragon burst out from underground, demolishing thousands of priceless artifacts in an instant. It resembeled a Tundra, but it was far larger than any Tundra anyone had ever seen. And stranger still, it had twelve eyes. With an earth-shattering roar, the huge dragon went on a rampage, smashing buildings and flattening tents left and right, scattering all in its path. It wouldn't go unchallenged for very long, though, as a band of dragons, lead by an Imperial and a Guardian, soon rose up to challenge it. Upon seeing the Guardian, Enzul, though, the enormous Tundra hesitated briefly. Had it been looking for this dragon before? Why would it have been doing that, again? Oh, it didn't matter any more. He was just one more obstacle in the way now. [i]Come! I will show this Emporium my love! I will show all of you my love! And I will make all of you love me as I love you! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha![/i] ---------------------------- Months later, the [i]Vision of Starlight[/i] set down on a cliff near the edge of the Shifting Expanse. A dozen dragons quickly spread out in formation, led by the clan's Warlord, Zephyria. They were on a mission. For some time after the disaster at that year's Thundercrack Carnivale, Clan Twinstar had been hearing rumors about a strange Tundra who wandered the desert wastes south of the Lightning Farm. From the descriptions that began to take shape, they had come to conclude it was their missing Tundra, Manasurge. And now, as the team closed in on a crack in the cliff walls, they knew they had finally found her. She had collapsed into a heap, visibly weakened and breathing heavily. Quickly, they worked to carry the weakened Tundra back to the airship, then took off over the ocean so as to try to avoid detection by the Lightning Flight. The clan considered itself lucky to have found Manasurge first- they didn't want to think about what might have happened to her otherwise. Manasurge was a sorry sight to behold. The tattoo that had grown to cover her arms and chest had long since stopped glowing and faded to black. Her body was covered with wounds, though no one could say for sure how many of those had been from her rampage and how many had come from her months having been driven into the desert afterwards. But perhaps the most shocking of all was her face- while she had gone back to having the normal two eyes, there were clear marks where the other ten had been covered over, as if they might still be there underneath. As she slowly awoke from her pained slumber in the ship's infirmary, Kelran entered to check on her and try to find out what she remembered. It wasn't much. While Manasurge was able to recall the events that had lead up to her entering the museum's basement without too much trouble, everything between that and the clan finding her was a blur. Kelran was at a loss as to what to do. They couldn't send her back to the Expanse, they'd never see her again. But he sensed that what had happened hadn't been entirely her fault, from what he could piece together. "I think it's best if you made yourself scarce, at least for a while," Kelran said at last. "Treble's planning an expedition up north to Dragonhome. Maybe you could tag along with her? It's relatively quiet and empty up there, so you'd be more likely to escape notice." "I'm not sure I should," Manasurge replied. "Archaeology has never been my favorite subject. And I wouldn't exactly trust Treble to teach me how to do it properly." "True, true. But none of us want to see you getting into any more trouble from this. Even some of our neighboring clans were affected by your rampage. I think I can convince them it wasn't entirely your fault, with enough time. They're Arcane like us, they'll understand. Ah, of course it would have been one from our Flight that would have caused this... The Lightning Flight, though? I'm not sure they'll be so understanding. It's them we need you to avoid most of all for now. I don't want to risk losing you to whatever punishment they might have in mind for you. "This will fade away, with time," Kelran added. "Just... consider my suggestion, alright? Whatever you choose, your clan will be here to support you, Manasurge." He offered the other Tundra a smile before turning to leave the infirmary. Manasurge laid there on the bed, slowly feeling tiredness overcome her as she finally slept for the first time in months. But as she slept, she dreamed of that strange face once more. That strange, flat face with twelve eyes. It still loved her, and as she stared back at it, she was afraid that deep down she still loved it. She awoke with a start. She could feel her eyes- all twelve of them- trying to open once more, and it hurt. The Tundra laid herself back down on the pillows, but somehow she knew that wasn't going to sleep well again for a very, very long time. ------------------------------------ @akitcougar @Firra Whew, that's done! This was a fun event, even if I have a feeling Manasurge may have stumbled into the worst possible ending. It took some thought to figure out how she'd get out of this one. Thanks for hosting this event! Hopefully you'll do something like it again next year!

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39778276] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/397783/39778276_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Final Day[/b] Dyn hardly remembered anything, everything had been such a blur. He vaguely recalled a warmth then everything went blinding blue-white. As he tried to think back, catching snatches of his fragmented memory he saw chaos. Tent being toppled, flashes of lightning and dust storms billowing, crowds of dragons running and screaming with fear. He rolled over and opened his eyes to find himself inside a dark and dry cave. His robe was in tatters, Dyn would have to ask one of the clanmates to repair it, he grumbled. The coatl stretched out his body like a cat and got up, pondering. Shifting Emporium, the name flashed through his mind so briefly. It sounded important and Dyn felt he had sought it out for a mission but that felt...so long time ago. He glanced around and saw the remains of some bracelet, broken in half. As if reminded of something, Dyn looked at himself. He saw only the glimmer of his petal markings, untarnished though he swore he could see something blue crackle among the edges for briefest of seconds. Shaking his head, Dyn followed the remaining open path in the cave to outside. He squinted as he was met with brightness and took few moments for his eyes to adjust. It was daytime outside with patches of sunlight, but stormy, he could see dark gray clouds in the distance with lightning striking out dangerously. The coatl huffed, he had no idea how long it would take before clouds would clear enough for him to take flight home. As he sat at the cave's mouth, waiting...for what? He heard a flutter of wings and looked in the direction where the sound came from. A large white guardian striped with ripples of ocean circled overhead. She dived down, landing beside him and sending up a dust of sand. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34670221] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/346703/34670221_350.png[/img] [/url] "Dyn!" "...Remaliah?" the coatl narrowed his eyes as he could hardly believe it. "Our matron sent me to search for you," the guardian purred, gently bumping her head with the coatl's in relief. "When we heard about what happened at the Thundercrack Carnivale...about some giant monster...we feared the worst." Dyn tilted his head. That sounded familiar, but why? "But we refused to give up you as a lost cause," Remaliah continued. "It's been weeks, scouring the desert...but I'm glad to have found you." "Oh, has it been that long?" Dyn frowned with confusion. "I'm sorry...trying to remember...I just can't...everything is so hazy." "Everything will be okay now," the guardian bowed her head comfortingly. "We found you and you'll be home again." She gazed up at the forming storm clouds. "Though there's no way you can fly through this weather in your current state, can you wait a big longer?" Dyn nodded. It felt like he'd been doing a great deal of waiting for a long time, a few more hours wouldn't harm. He curled up next to the guardian, dozing off into a dreamless sleep. Remaliah chuckled quietly to herself then looked off into the distance thoughtfully. "All those stories about the dangers of the festivals, I think I can guess at the truth Dyn..." She tucked her front paws under her. "Well nothing wrong with some excitement, next time though...the next festival...we will be sure to enact a buddy system." ---- @akitcougar @firra This was so good! I had a blast reading all the possible choices and the 'consequences' of our actions, it was very interesting and big props to you for all the work! I decided I wanted to give my coatl a sort of a happy recovery epilogue after all that, but I'm glad to have taken part - it was the first time I've ever tried a festival rp event and I'm glad I did! Thank you all again!

Thank you for organizing this event, I had a lot of fun, and the badge looks awesome!!! ;D [br]------ [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14969459][img]https://i.imgur.com/0pBo9vZ.gif[/img][/url][nextcol][u][b]Previous prompts:[/b][/u] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/1#post_34376381]Prompt One[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/7#post_34393678]Prompt Two[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/11#post_34413050]Prompt Three[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/16#post_34431479]Prompt Four[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/20#post_34449587]Prompt Five[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/26#post_34468669]Prompt Six[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/32#post_34486801]Prompt Seven[/url] [u][b]Previous posts:[/u][/b] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/4#post_34385815]Post One[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/10#post_34406224]Post Two[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/14#post_34424770]Post Three[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/19#post_34441792]Post Four[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/24#post_34461798]Post Five[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2487827/27#post_34472415]Post Six[/url] [u][b]You are now reading:[/b][/u] Post Seven[/columns] [br] -------- As he glowed back, magic started to seep into him, his usually blank eyes lost any hint of pink, now shining brightly with white light. Gloomwillow kept telling him to stop, but he couldn't hear them, he could only notice the 12-eyes visage in front of him. His eyes glowed, then his claws, then bright glowing magic started to seep out from under every scale of his body, his wings shining with a lustre they never had before. The statue's glow started to blend with his shining tattoo, and his Arcane magic, his very being started to merge with the eldritch, ancient knowledge the statue had within it. He knew, that this power would now be all his. It was just when he pressed his claws against the statue's face that he realised why the armband's magic had felt familiar, it was the same strange magic he had felt in the Cave during the Rocky Roads Tours, but his realisation coming from his old self came one second too late, and only lasted one second as well, since his overwhelming desire to claim the statue's magic as his own overcame him. He couldn't help but smile, then giggle, the laugh, and finally bursting out in a maniacal cackling. Gloomwillow was horrified, they knew that something was going horribly wrong, and when their friend Unknown turned around, they were greeted with 12 glowing eyes and a toothy, grisly smile, that was not the friend they once cherished. The monster that had once was their friend, glowed with magic, and raw power seeped through their body, when suddenly Unknown reached out his claw to grab Gloomwillow. They couldn't react, and even if they would've had time to react, the horror that they were seeing was enough to paralyse anyone with fear. He moved so quickly, the raw energy in his claw was felt through their body for less than a split second, and gone were they the next, their body and innate magic turning into a cloud of dust. Unknown was ecstatic, he could feel all the knowledge, and power, in the world at his clawtips. He and his friend would have the best time of their lives together, they would be eternal. He rushed out of the storage unit, destroying everything in his path, but that's something he didn't notice he had done. He flew up to the sky, his mind now almost entirely lost to his newfound powers. He felt great, and he loved the Emporium. He destroyed everything and everyone in his path. He really loved the Emporium... he really loved how all his efforts, all his years of study, and all his sacrifices had led to this moment. It was his destiny, it was his present, and his future, his life now entwined with that of the mysterious Emporium, a place that would never forget him as well. Many died that day, and if it hadn't been for the valiant heroes who sacrificed their lives to chase him away into the desert, Enzul a Second Age Scholar and denizen of the Emporium, and Commander Mirshann of the Lightning Reclamation Bureau, many more would have died. Decades to come, years after the Emporium disappeared again in the desert, and the Eldritch Horror had last been seen flewing into the desert to never be seen again, people would still talk about the horror that was that year's Thundercrack Carnivale. The other Flights had tried in vain to claim economical compensation for their losses, but to no avail, as The Stormcatcher had claimed that the Emporium was out of His control. Whether this was true or not, no one knew, but it wasn't really like you could object to a Deity's claims, now could you? Thundercrack Carnivale would only be merrily celebrated by the most devoted for many years to come.... . Unknown was confused, he had lost track of where Gloomwillow was. No matter were he looked, they weren't there. Where were they? He looked in the stalls, asked people in the Emporium, but no one answered him, they all turned away from him. He could sense that the visitors told him to leave this place immediately, but why he didn't know, nor understand. He only knew power, and ancient knowledge, and a desire to gather even more of it. Despite having all this knowledge, he didn't know where his friend was. He felt sick, he felt pain when his wings were shredded, but, by whom? He didn't know, he wasn't sure, but he attacked the source of all his pain, and afterwards, went out into the desert to look after their friend. Maybe Gloomwillow was lost? He would find them, his very best friend, his lifelong companion, the only one he deemed worthy of staying by his side for the rest of eternity... . He woke up, in front of him, a Soothsayer from the Soothsayer's Guild looked at him with a worried expression. ''You... are a dangerous one, my dear. You must learn to control that unbridled desire for more power and knowledge than a mere mortal could possibly control nor understand.'' He was confused, by his side, levitated Gloomwillow looking at him warily with a deeply sad look on their face, they were in the desert. ''But... where am I, where's the Emporium? It feels like decades have gone by... .'' At first he didn't grasp the significance of the Soothsayer's presence, but when he did, he knew. The Guild could control time, they could bifurcate timelines, and if enough people chose one, hopefully the one with a good ending, they would then merge them into one, the ones with a bad ending becoming all but a bad dream. He had chosen the bad one, at least, that's what he concluded due to the Soothsayer's words to him, and his utter confusion about what had happened. ''The Emporium ended yesterday, enough people chose the right ending, you, ...you did not. Do not let yourself give in to such dangerous pursuits, it will only bring upon heartache and turmoil for the world.'' ''Your friends are looking for you, they're with the caravan of people heading back home to The Starfall Isles. Have some water, and then, go. Leave this place. We can talk more once we're back home in the Isles. Come see the Guild, you know where to find us.'' And so, the mysterious Soothsayer left, using Arcane magic to teleport themselves out of sight. Gloomwillow looked at him sadly, while Unknown incorporated himself, and stroked his friend gently who decided to nuzzle into his neck while sitting on his shoulder. ''I'm so sorry, I'm not sure I quite remember what have happened, but I'm sorry.'' His mind was jumbled, memories from both timelines seemed mixed with each other. The bad one, and the good one that had led him out into the desert, where someone else had gotten the cursed armband, and he had merely enjoyed the Emporium while avoiding his friends and clanmates, and finding cool artefacts, but unlike the armband and 12-eyed visage, those artefacts didn't have any world-ending powers. It would take him a while to sort it all out. He met up with his friends who wondered where he had been, but he managed to come up with an excuse. Upon being reunited with them he set his mind on improving himself; he couldn't let something like this ever happen again. [br] [right][u][b]The end.[/b][/u][/right] [br]------- My thoughts before writing the ending: [size=2]Oh shit, I made the wrong choice and rekt'd my favourite dragon, the one I almost always use in CYOA:s. Pfft... how, do I salvage, this?! x'D Most probably retcon, immediately, or have his powerful Arcane magic save him and having the monster only steal part of his magic. lmao... . This does NOT work with what I had in mind for my lore. I can't help but laugh about it, though, my dark sense of humour and my love of gore makes me really enjoy this ending despite it all, but it really is one terrible ending to Unknown, he deserved better than this. /haha I usually choose the ''safe'' choices in CYOA:s, so I've yet to deal with a bad ending... Hm... what to do?! Should I just say that ''it was all a dream?!'', my clan specialises in Dream magic, so it /could/ work... maybe. >_>; Or maybe I can take insipiration from other CYOA:s he has participated, namely the [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2427071/1#post_32936895]Soothsayer's Guild[/url], that allows for bad endings, but converges all timelines in the end thanks to Magic™. Yeah, I think I'll run with that. Maybe this experience will teach him a lesson, and make him appreciate his clanmates and friends again, instead of being such a loner?! Aw yeah, perfect! ;D Edit: I'll have to read through all the possible endings to see if the way I retconned this works with your CYOA's ending(s), but for the time being this will have to do. lol[/size]