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The Betrayal of the Pink Temple

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The Cat has made it to all Pink Temples. All of them- besides one. The last one. The temple with the ingredients to raise the Pink One... He hasn't found it. Until now. At the last level of Minas Tirith he would be seen, by a mound of dirt. In the blink of an eye he would be gone, inside the Pink Walls of a Temple. In entering it all was dark... But sounds were heard. Then, a man in all pink robes, came out of the darkness. Around him many torches were lit, and the area revealed. Four rooms and a small podium. The last follower of the Pink One stood in awe. "You..." He spoke to the cat "You... The last ingredient.." With a laugh, his face turned vicious. "But you're too early... And we must wait for the Summoning to begin..." With that a cage was brought down from above the Cat, trapping him. But no cage could hold this cat, I'm afraid, and his soul had to be split in different cages, in different cities...
The Summoning of the Pink One and destruction of Middle Earth will begin as long as The Cat is trapped... The Cages must be found. Or all is lost!
(Post screen shots of the cages once I make them all. Gimme a day or two.)
 
Sy a member of the Cat Cult, upon hearing of the Cats caging sets out on a mission to find the cages and free the great one.
 
Ahn, dwarf of Ered Luin, finds himself on Minas Tirith. As he passes a suspicious mound of dirt, a faint cry can be heard from inside. He squints at the dirt pile, but that is all.
 
A young dwarf with a plate of cake hears a cat wailing. He strokes it through the bars in his cage and walks away eating his cake. :)
 
Ahn smiles. Using his dwarf sense, he notices that the cat's time is running out. He laughs. Soon, the Cat empire would fall. Then he, with his secretive band, would take full hold over Middle-Earth. He brings out a bottle of faintly glowing fluid. It was an unimaginably rare drink, which could heal anything. Even souls. However, he would not waste it on such a corrupted being as the Great Cat. He pockets it, pats its location once, and walks away to do his business.
 
Aj, a hooded elf, leans against the worn rock on which Minas Tirith was built upon. Holding a bottle of wine he his hand, he takes a long slow quaff of the draft as he ponders where Mk might be. That stupid dwarf probably got last again he thinks. Just as he's about to start searching, he hears a faint mew. So faint, no human would have heard it, but Aj's sharp ears easily picked it out amongst the chatter of the merchants. He pauses, almost recognizing that faint cry, then takes another quaff of his wine and begins his hunt for that scatterbrained dwarf.
 
As the purple and red nations unite, Killmatronix prays to Kill for guidance and wisdom. I sure do hope that the Great Kitten is worth the BBQ I've setup. Sigh.
 
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Hehe
 
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