Are you sure we can trust this… thing?
Wasnt he a part of The Hopefuls once?
Imlach had voiced what all the others had been thinking for a good while now.
After The Last Games, something in his mind had gone awry.
It had been a stroke of luck for the Ambassadors.
The oddish creature realized its detection and attempted to flee in a hurry.
The lankies could match its steps, but were too slow to match its incredible speed.
The gypsies simply did not care.
I wouldn’t wanna change it for anything else.
Back in The Smokeshack, the generals gazed upon their former peer in great disgust.
Gone were the athletic posture and the smile of a victor, and gone with them was his sanity.
He stood up on the table after being freed from his shackles.
So, you wishes to take on The Panel, does you?
Hurry on to deaths then!
Before Heath had time to criticize him, B-Dog chimed in.
Dumont suddenly seemed different, his posture straightened and a bit of color returned to his face.
Well, well, the creative one speaks.
There is no other passage!, a broken shadow shouted from the corner.
Cant you see hes just a lunatic, an old has-been out of his mind?
Vanular scowled, slid over to him and blew mysterious smoke in his face until he passed out.
I believe him, Casabon declared.
It is the backbone of our revolution, sitting in the midst of the den of evil…
He sends his regards… B.
The generals stood up in amazement.
So he is alive?
One of them exclaimed while tightening her bindings:
Come now, Sir Jon!
Tell us about the Golden Age!
Tell us about the Happy Dayz!
Easleys and Rappses and tentative relapses,
true skiers of yonder were saints, saviours of our passes.
When he was done, he looked upon the little ones.
In one hand, a lute a sharpened Hellbent in the other.
The sun was about to rise as he realized it could well be the last he ever saw.
Casabon struggled to keep up with The Dudemonts swift movements, the remaining generals trailing far behind him.
He, along with his most trusted, would sneak into the Podium area through Dumonts secret passage.
The groups lead by LJ and Dunny were skiing straight into a trap.
No matter what tricks they did on the way down, the Gapers were not impressed.
Even the flanking group had to run to the others assistance, but their efforts did nothing to help.
…so this is how it ends.
The ambassadors caught up to the creature on the edge of a double stager.
What dawned on them was that the secret way was indeed real.
Before them stood a large, rippling cavern, filled from top to bottom with interconnected halfpipes and quarterpipes.
It was the legendary Halfpipe Maze of Lore.
It giggled furiously, begging them to follow.
Comes followses us to the Podium, goes through here.
Are you sure we can trust this… thing?
Wasnt he a part of The Hopefuls once?
He knew it was the only way to reach the Flame, and to liberate his friend.
Yes, silly two-plankerses… trying to take my Precious, are yous?
Unwise, unwise, he said to himself.
Theyre going to extinguish the Flame, theyre going to make everything better again!
Thats not true, we wont hurt them, theyre our only hope in this world.
We will, yess, oh, know we knows… but they will not get it.
They cannots get the Precious, only us, we will get… the Gold.
