Aw, crud. I didn't see this until just now, and I loved the original.

Is it too late to join? It's probably too late to join. 

I hereby invite the Admins to write on this RP if they like!

 Thank you! But we like reading what you write the best. We hope our castle survives this onslaught. 🙂 -Admins 

~Curio~

"Di! Let's go! I'll comm spaceport security to come and help, you try to mobilize whatever's left of the animated statues and Thread Defense Force!" She lifts off, not even bothering to answer, crashing through the splintered remains of the giant solar-glass skylight. I leap into the air as well – cloak of flying coming in handy as usual – and make straight for the Admin Castle.

Of all the buildings in Chatterbox City, Admin Castle has probably fared the best. It's made of materials from all sorts of different threads: the chain of successive Star Wars RPs have contributed quite a bit of duracrete to the outer wall, all the stained-glass windows are actually solar panels from the Solarpunk RP, even the famous Hall of Mirrors gets most of its substance from the many Pudding's Place SIs. There are cracks in the battlements, and the Moderator Air Defense Squad looks to have been decimated, but the keep with its shining golden roof is intact. The ray shields I set up last year have served it well, but a comm call to Spaceport Security (which, seeing the danger, has whipped itself up into a state of emergency) proves that the power on said shields is low- only 20 percent left.

Of course, the place also has magical defenses; I know, for example, that it would have taken something of similar size and potency to a storm titan's battleaxe to make that big a fissure in the outer wall. Di is winging away back home, to find whatever magical armies she can dredge up on short notice. As I watch, another earthquake makes the ground buckle, and I nearly fall down upon landing! CBers and warriors from threads are everywhere, doing improbable battle in every direction. Dev has somehow made a Brussels-sprout throwing machine, and is pelting flaming vegetables down upon all and sundry. Brookeira is a terror to behold, freezing everything hostile in her path without so much as mild fatigue from the overwhelming use of ice magic.

But we are still losing. Badly. The opposing forces have brought several AT-ATs and a balor to the party, and they are wreaking total havoc. Slowly but surely, the noble defenders of the CB are pushed back.

Enough with this. They might have rampaging demons and whatnot…but we have dragons.

~Di~

/DI! Forget the Decepmyth Special Ops Team, we need you and Shadow down here NOW!!/

Curio's scream through the mental link sends me into a sharp U-turn. There's now smoke rising from Admin Castle- wait, wouldn't the various ice and water magicians have put out any fires?! Then theyruth of what she said hits me in the gut, and I fly all the faster for it.

She needs dragon backup. Ye Force and little gods, this must be getting bad. 

Can I join??

St.Owl~

As the others run down to fight, I escort Fable into my cottage, where it is preparing for war, as I have instructed it. I lead her to the Heart of the Cabin, where I assure her she will be safe.

"Should I write a prophecy?" she asks. "So you guys win?"

"That feels like cheating," I reply. "But if things get dire, you'll save us, right?"

"Of course."

Her assurances made, I run back out into the fight.

We are losing. I can see it. While we are doing magnificently, they have just too many people. But as I watch, Di the dragon comes lumbering in, and Spyro emerges from a nearby Starbucks. I eye the scene a little more. Wildflower is taking out three people by reciting a particularly boring Shakespeare play; Feather is assulting the enemy with definitions; Dev has rigged up a Brussels Sprouts Shooter; and Masked Piester the Great has been awarded the daunting task of throwing flaming brussels sprout pies.

I wave my hand in the direction of my Owlery, and then Feather's bat cave. Nowhere near Dev's owlery, though.

Owls and bats stream out and into the fight, pecking and scratching, clouding the eyes of the enemy. I myself leap down from the cloud and join in the fight with a sword that was delivered by the Mysterious Source that Gives Props.

I just hope it's enough.

Hey Jarvis, thanks for letting me join!!! Will post addition to the story later!

My house is a medieval castle, and it looks like Count Cadular's castle from Kings Quest and it still has the awesome library, but it also has a video game room full of all the games you can think of, A game room (full of all the board/card games), a star wars room(every single type of Star wars merchandise is in here), a Lego room(You can guess),a kitchen/dining room(high tech kitchen stuff ), and my bedroom(A loft bed with a desk underneath, stuffed animals everywhere, and a nice reading nook).

TARDISrider~

I shoot into the air on my back expandable pocket  jet-pack, Taxicab close behind. I turn towards the Admins castle, and see right away that things are going wrong.

"Baad." Declares captain obvious/Taxicab. I sigh.

"C'mon, Taxi. We'll have to save Ditty later. If Castle A falls, no other comment will be posted again, and the CB will fall." We zoom in, Jet-packs flashing warnings about such high speeds. We land at the splendid front gate. I pound on the door.

"Admins? It's me, TARDISrider. Is everything ok in there?" Before I get an answer, a rogue laser beam slams against the door, which immediately starts melting. I panick.

"Help! We need water over here!" Brookiera dashes over and douses the door in ice, providing extra protection. "Thanks!" I gasp, traumatized. 

Taxicab waves to get my attention/ "Btmn?" She questions hopefully. I shake my head.

"I don't think even the Avengers could help us now. Besides, most entrances have been blocked off by the enemy. We need to get back for our own supplies." We zip off and return in mere minutes with a sonic screwdrive, wand, and Minecraft, which I can transfer into the CB to defend the Castle more. But almost as fast as I pull up defenses, the enemies tear it down.

"We need to find the weaknesses in their ranks!" I scream to St. Owl, tepping furiously to pull up a wall of diamond. "Fly up there, take picture of the forces, and send them to everybody! Together, at least one of us is bound to see a weakness!" St. Owl nods and flies away. Then I turn to watch the oncoming forces, and my blood runs cold.

"Whyy iiss Dity ftng with them?" Whimpers Taxi. Why, indeed, is Ditty charging us with a portable pie launcher?

"That was my idea!" Screams Masked Piester furiously. 

I rush out of my castle, hopping onto my BARC speeder bike, Sloth hopping on behind me. "Sloth have you seen Blizzard and Elsa?" I ask. "Wrkg hvck on hte ikwl!" Sloth shouts. "Wait, wrecking havoc on Inkwell!?! They would never do that . . . would they?" I ask in a sarcastic tone. "Hrhu!" Sloth yells. "Oh right they most definitely!!!" I yell back at Sloth. Dragonrider swoops down, out of nowhere on a dragon. "What's up? Have you seen Blizzard or Elsa?" I ask. "Elsa has turned into a cat-girl and is throwing pies at everyone with the Masked Piester! Got to go now!"

Dragonrider- The batttle is getting more serious, so I grab my long navy blue sword out of it's secret slot in the wall, then call for a dragon from the nearby dragon farm. My favorite indigo dragon swoops down seconds later and I hop on.

"THIS IS CHATTERBOOOOOOOOOX" I yell (no one understood that did they) and storm into battle on the back of a cuddly baby dragon.

"So, when is is he here?" asked Schyll.

"Hush!" Margot whispered. "He shall be here when his time comes."

Suddenly a cloud of smoke started to appear.

"He's here! Hurry!"  

Together, Margot and Schyll cried out: "Hail Immortal Khaos, ruler over all darkness!" 

A raspy voice arose from the smoke. "You may rise." Slowly standing up, Margot and Schyll grinned at each other. <!–break–>

"Oh Khaos, ruler over all darkness, I ask thee a question. Why must we waste our time on such a little city? They are weak, they can't fight themselves." Schyll asked carefully.

"Fool! Don't you see that the people who are here are powerful? Even my destroyer Fable is here. Apparently this is where she was created, and this is the place she loves. I will destroy everything she cares about!" Khaos responded with an evil laugh.

Margot elbowed Schyll. "Apparantly oh Khaos, Schyll does not understand your plan completely, as I do. Perhaps we could review it again?" 

"I will review it once more, and then hopefully your insolent mind will remember!" Khaos replied. "I have observed that there are some very powerful people here called "AE's." I have carefully instructed some of my creatures in my power, to overtake one of these "AEs." Once she was taken, I was able to control her mind, using her power for my advantage. She was able to lure some other AEs into my trap, allowing me to use their power for my benefit. Once I have all of the AEs, I will enter my spirit into one of their bodies, commanding them to take over their home town. They'll never know what hit them!" Khaos chuckled. 

"Now, this is where you two come in." Khos continued. "There are a couple of AEs I have not taken over yet. I want you to find them, and bring them to me. While you do this, I will find Miss prophecy girl, and catch her off guard. When doing this, I hope to lure her away from her prophecy book, while one of my creatures steals it away from her, disarming her and her friends. Without Fable Thatcher's prophecy book, she can no longer prophecy, and these people have no chance of winning!" 

"Oh great, noble Khaos, your wisdom is overpowering! We will do thy will!" Margot and Schyll chorused.

"Then go, and find those AEs!"  

I pull out my blaster, setting it to stun. "Okay Sloth can you distract Elsa momentarily?" I ask. "Finn . . ." Sloth complains as he stands up and starts clapping his hands. "Eayx!!" He starts repeating over and over again. Elsa starts taking aim with a pie. I shoot her and hit her with my blaster. Finally.