Halloween Thief Hunt::Bad Guys Series

[Moriel]

Welcome to Halloween Thief Hunt!

Bad Guys Series

Something has been stolen and a thief is at large! With all of these wild and crazy characters running about for Halloween, there are a multitude of Bad Guys™, and one of them has nicked something important. But across all these universes, who could it be and what have they taken?! Whether good, bad, or somewhere in between, it's your job to catch the thief.

To restore balance to the Force, find:

The Thief’s Name
The Item The Thief Stole
Where The Thief Is Hiding


Possible Thief’s Name

The Chamberlain - A Horrible Goose - Nazgûl - Darth Vader - Emperor Palpatine - Darth Maul - Count Dooku - Melisandre - Peter Baelish - The Night King - Gul Dukat - Loki - ROUS - Count Rugen - Vizzini - Yellin - Oogie Boogie - Dr Finklestein - Gaston - Claude Frollo - Maleficent - Dr. Facilier - Yzma - Cruella de Vil - Jafar - Scar - Trogdor

Possible Items Stolen

Spinning Needle - Infinity Gauntlet - Nymeria - Jaimie's Golden Hand - The Apocalypse Cloak - Vibranium Axe - Iocane Powder - A Warp Drive - Melisandre's Ncklace - Glass Candle - Iron Coin of the Faceless Men - Horn of Winter - Romulan Cloaking Device - Lightbringer - The Sword of Kahless - Cap's Shield - Kirk's Uniform - Flotsam & Jetsam - The Dark Crystal

Possible Hiding Spots

THATCHED ROOF COTTAGES - Pride Rock - Notre Dame - Halloweentown - The Fire Swamp - Castle Florin - Avengers Tower - The Bifrost - Asgard - Deep Space 9 - Cardassia Prime - USS Enterprise - Winterfell - The Red Keep - Riverrun - The Death Star - Jakku - Tatooine - Cloud City - Thra

Traps

The thief was obviously very crafty, for they have left a few traps for the unsuspecting. A maximum of three of each of the following traps will be in play each round. Which ones? Who knows!

Sorcerer's Portal: A spinning circle of gold appears beneath you and you drop into what seems to be empty space, falling, and falling.. for thirty minutes. You must RP your ordeal before you may hunt again.

The Fire Swamp: You are beset by rodents of unusual size and must fight them off and escape before you may hunt again! (Note: this trap is entirely a separate entity from the location and may or may not be associated with it)

Cardassian Court Room: You find yourself the defendant in a Cardassian court room, where all are guilty and the sentence has already been decided. You must RP your defense or/and escape before you may hunt again!

Thicket of Thorns: A massive thicket of thorns blocks your way! You must RP your way around or through it before hunting again.

Sarlacc Pit: You have fallen into the Sarlacc pit, where so many have met a grisly demise! You must RP your escape before hunting again.

IMPORTANT: just because a location has a trap, does NOT mean it isn't the correct location. You might just have to try more than once to get the right combination, springing the trap each time until you get it right...

How The Game Works

All participants will post before a ~24 hour deadline has passed. When the deadline arrives, hints, a new ~24 hour deadline, and any other information concerning the game (eg traps) will be posted. The process is repeated until either one or more person posts the correct combination to solve the mystery. At that time, the participant that has derived the correct answer will be told at the following deadline, and a new round begins!

The Rules of The Game

1. All posts 300+ characters and IC
2. You must post name of thief, place where the thief is hiding, and item that they stole in bold and the according color somewhere in your post
3. You may post the same combination as another player
4. ALL characters from ALL halloween themes are welcome!!
5. You may join the game at any time


SERIES RANKING
If you win a Thief Hunt, you will become a 1st Rank Hunter. Nothing special happens.

If you win another, you will become a 2nd Rank Hunter. When you reach this rank, you may choose to specialize in Thieves, Places, or Items, and will be able to guess two possible Thieves, Places, or Items, according to which specialization you choose, in each post.

If you win again, you become a 3rd Rank Hunter, and will not be affected by any traps, in addition to the 2nd Rank abilities. If you stumble on a trap, you may redirect it to the player of your choice.

The next rank is 4th Rank Hunter, where you again choose your specialization and post two Thieves, Places, or Items, according to which specialization you choose, in addition to the 3rd Rank abilities.

The final rank is 5th Rank Hunter. When someone attains this rank, they are declared the Series Winner and a new series begins.

The list of series ranks will be edited into the OP as the series progresses.

Series II Ranks
1st Rank Hunter: Frost, Taeth
2nd Rank Hunter:
3rd Rank Hunter:
4th Rank Hunter:

[Baphởmet]

Fleeg didn’t remember much. He remembered Reg dragging him toward a very, very bright light and then nothing. They woke up in polyester costumes, the both of them, arrayed in garish colors, pointy tails, and very sharp horns. Was this some sort of racist goblin joke?! Fleeg was so angry! He… he, he didn’t look half bad after all. He speared Reg’s red besuited ass with his horns and decided to go exploring. He had no idea where they were, but this place was strange. He had eaten some mushrooms once that led to him thinking he was a boat in space but this was so much more vivid. What had Reg done? Fleeg was pretty groggy, nursing a heavy hangover and any sound being made was like a hammer banging on the bronze anvil of his skull. Of particular annoyance was the child that followed him around singing “Trogdor the Burninator, burninting countryside, burninating the peasants” in a very screeching, derpy voice.

He turned around and kicked the child, only realizing too late it was not a child at all. It was an orc even uglier than Reg! How was that possible? He had a massive wrinkled forehead and beady eyes. When Fleeg went to kick, he found himself hauled up by his tail and tossed up in the air. “There are voles on Deep Space 9 again!” he yelled in that same screechy, annoying voice. Fleeg, airborne for a quick second, looked out a window and saw nothing but stars all around him. This was terrifying. Utterly terrifying. And we all know what happens when Fleeg is terrified. He screams. Like a goat.

Reg had really done it now! Fleeg landed hard on the ground in a daze, his hangover even worse. He needed a cure. And fast. Normally he’d just eat a chicken he saw running past him, but that didn’t seem like an option here. Wherever here was. He screamed again, panicking. He ran around in circles (yes, circles) until he exhausted himself and he collapsed. Finally, he worked up the courage to ask one of many weird looking orcs and humans and elves (what were all these people doing together?) where he could get a hang over cure and a shifty eyed urchin gave him a piece of black rock and called it a Glass Candle. Before Fleeg could ask what the hell it was supposed to do, the urchin disappeared. What was going on?!

[Gwai]

Han Solo

Han had been getting the distinct impression Leia was not overly enamored at his career choices, and while he personally considered smuggling a fine career choice, perhaps becoming a bounty hunter would be more gentlemanlike. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have experience with them.

Han wanted to start with something high profile. Someone like the Night King would be a good start, really put him on the bounty hunter map, and raise his fees. Maybe he could even buy a new Quantum Carburator. Or even a Romulus Cloaking Device. He just needed to track down the NK, and where better to start than the Fire Swamp.

[Lady of Shadow]

The one that some liked to refer to as the Dread Pirate wasn't always a thief, he started out as just a simple farm boy, so when he heard of a game to help hunt down thieves in a foreign land, he thought that he might as well give it a try. Especially when he heard that Count Rugen was one of the suspects. He knew that somebody else, a Spaniard by the name of Inigo was looking for him, since it was rumored that he had six fingers on his right hand, and this Inigo character was looking for such a person. Something about his father, if the Dread Pirate could remember right.

In his search for this man, the Dread Pirate (who's real name was Westley, kind of a long story) found himself on the planet of Jakku, a desert planet that seemed to have lots of crashed space vehicles. "Did I somehow travel into the past that for some reason contains spacecraft?" Dread Pirate Roberts wondered, looking around for anything that seemed out of place for such a location.

It wasn't long before the Dread Pirate located it: Kirk's Uniform that looked like something out of some future society, though there didn't seem to be anyone on this desert planet dressed in such clothing.

OOC: I had to switch kingdoms a few times to find someone suitable to participate in a Halloween Thief Hunt, since Louise is a little young (being around 8 years old or so)

[Marceline]

Reg tugged at his pink Pain suit, which was giving him a wedgie. Stupid puffy suit with its tiny horns and weird hair and long tail and fairy wings!! Why had he and Fleeg decided to dress up like this? They would never know. The hangover from eating Reg's belly button fungi would last for days and days, and they would have no memories of what sorts of ChAoS they had caused while under the influence. Ah, well. It couldn't be too much worse than a typical cHaoTic DaY!

Reg was just thinking these rather happy-go-lucky thoughts when a pair of needle-sharp horns stabbed him in the rear. "YEOW!" he roared, jumping comically high in surprise and Pain before flopping onto the ground in a heap. "Fredding Fleeg!" he snarled as he stood. His chAos bRo, dressed as Panic, liked pranks almost as much as Loki! You know, the class clown from Núrnen High School, from which Reg had fortunately dropped out before he became a wussy nerd like his brother, Art.

In the blink (ahh Blinky) of an eye, Fleeg was gone, shrieking into the void of space or whatever. He might've still been hallucinating: a goblin that small really couldn't hold a candle to Reg when it came to tolerance for various substances. Reg could probably even ingest Iocane Powder and live! He chuckled to himself and began climbing up Pride Rock. The hairy orc was proud of his ability to eat his own naval fungi, and he was all pumped up to proclaim that pride from a big rock named after the very concept. When he got to the top, he opened his mouth and screeeeeaaaaaamed! Then he hurled a baby lion into the sky and ran away, fists raised in victory.

[Giliathriel]

Mara Jade clicked the safety on her blaster on and off, a little habit she always did to relax. She'd thought Mustafar to be inhospitibale, but at least there she didn't have to deal with all...this. People in costumes running amok, just generally making a mess of things. And then there was...wait, was that just a Goose? What had, they called this place, Mordor? Tis a silly place.

She passed a couple of short humanoids excitedly talking about a place called The Fire Swamp. Considering how much of a headache this place was giving her, maybe she would need to stop there on her way home.

What she wouldn't give for a Warp Drive right about now.

[Moriel]

The thief HAS been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!

((@Lady of Shadow: No need to wear a particular icon to participate in thief hunt (or any of the halloween games)! You can swap around icons as much as you like and keep writing whichever characters you want within the themes))

[Marceline]

Little lion good and chucked into the void, Regdûsh moved along. As he wandered, he hummed tunelessly and spun around from time to time, letting the long, pointed tail on his costume whip about dramatically. Maybe it wasn't so bad being Pain! As long as Fleeg didn't try stabbing him with his costume again, he'd be all right. That stupid goblin brO of his would have him screaming up a storm if he showed up and stabbed him again, that was for sure.

Reg had no idea where he was, really. He lived in Mordor but his surroundings were kinda not really Mordor anymore? Maybe? He couldn't really be sure. Maybe the Night King would know. That guy was pretty eerie and stuff. He could probably magic an orc and a goblin into another world and into weird costumes. "Hey! Wait up! Where am I?!?!" he screamed. The Night King ignored him, so Reg followed him into a big icy cave. It was very dark. Too bad he didn't have Lightbringer to show him the way. He'd just have to forge ahead. He stretched his arms high and took a big breath. "AHHHHHH!" he screamed, for no apparent reason. The echoes rang all around him for a while, and the big orc in the pink puffy costume stood there, amused, before walking on.

The cave got creepier and creepier the deeper into it he went. Reg put a finger up to his mouth, pondering a fork in the tunnel. It was getting warmer! Warmer and warmer! Now this was more like it! Far more Mordorian in climate, though the Pain costume was making him feel a bit overheated. What was ahead?! A Fire Swamp! Reg plunged forward stupidly, enjoying his aimless wanderings through this weird, weird place.

[Lady of Shadow]

Now someone new joined in on the Thief Hunt: a little girl not more than eight years old who for some reason was dressed in a green dress and pink bunny ears. Her name was Louise Belcher, and she was the youngest child of Bob and Linda Belcher, who ran a restaurant. She didn't know how she got to this strange land (but suspected that her family was trying to scare her again, since she once claimed that nothing scared her, so her family proved her wrong, and the little girl thanked them for the experience).

Regardless on how she got to this strange land, Louise found herself in a place called Pride Rock looking for someone that some liked to call the Night King. "Sounds like someone out of the stories that Tina likes to read." Louise mused, indicating her older sister, Tina, who could be a little on the romantic side. Louise, on the other hand, didn't go for such things. She liked things that liked to go boom!

In this place, the eight year old came across an item known as the Infinity Gauntlet. It looked powerful enough to destroy the universe, which in some cases, was right up Louise's alley, but this was one time she vowed to play it safe, in fear she might destroy everything and be the only one left alive.

[Baphởmet]

“Trogdor the Burninator, burninating the countryside…” Fleeg caught himself singing the utterly ridiculous tune on his way through the throng of people and on the “Space Station” and realized that, maybe he was wrong about how stupid the song was, it was actually quite catchy. He wandered what Smaug would have thought about “burninating” things. Fleeg chuckled. He would have to burninate something things, that’s for sure. The goblin began reciting a list of people he would burninate when he got home: Reg, Mig, that’s as far as he had made it thus far. He wasn’t really the kind of goblin that had a huge list of enemies. That probably didn’t hold for the rest of his family though, who had threatened to skin him and roast him like a pig if they ever say him again. Stupid Cousin Farnsworth!

He meandered the halls of the space station, having no idea what it was that he was actually doing. He wasn’t hunting of thieves and he had been separated from his BrO so what was his goal? He was near a loud bar called “Quarks” when he heard a few of those orcs with the wrinkled foreheads (which he had learned were called Cling-Ons, why anyone wanted to be known for being clingy was beyond Fleeg but this was probably all just a mushroom tea and molly dream so what did it matter) talking about a quest of something called The Sword of Kahless. Fleeg didn’t know what a Kahless was, but he was in!

Convincing these Cling-Ons to let him join was easy. Far too easy, in fact. All Fleeg had to do was stab one of them with his horns and they laughed and laughed and said something that sounds like “Kop-La” which apparently meant good hunting. Hunting?! Fleeg was not a hunter. He was an entrepreneur. Maybe he needed to rethink this adventure. Well the Cling-Ons didn’t like that. They called him a wussy little baggins, an overgrown slug, and sentient puke. Wow. That hurt. Fleeg had heard all of those from Reg before but hearing it from a bunch of wannabe orcs was just too much. He jabbed all of them when their backs were turned the same way he had his old CHaOS brO and ran. He was done with the stupid place. He wanted to go find Reg and cause some mischief together. He asked the locals if they’d seen a drooling tusktoothed hairball and they said he’d gone to a placed called Pride Rock. Fleeg, being very LGBTQIA+ friendly, knew this was a place to check out. There might even be a parade! How fun would that be? Oh, and Reg might be there too.

[Yávië]

OOC: Psssst @Gwai-Gon Jinn, do you mind some company?

If anyone could have found Chewbacca's eyebrows underneath all that fur, they would have seen that they were raised and that the wookie was chuckling softly over Han's dilemna. Oh, but the princess really did have his friend in knots, didn't she? But Chewie was willing to go along with bounty hunting, Han had certainly had worse ideas.

Still, he didn't think the Night King was a good place to start. "It's gonna be Loki," he growled with an expansive wave of one mammoth paw. "He's the sort to be skulking around the Fire Swamp. I bet he's run off with Flotsam & Jetsam."

[Gwai]

“I don’t think it’s Loki, Chewie,” Han told his old buddy. “I’ve heard of him, no way he’s running away with a couple of eels,” he pointed out.

“No, we need to go for somebody who has some high stakes! Gotta get some decent reward money. I’m thinking somebody like the Night King. If he’s the one who stole Melisandre’s Necklace, then we’re really in business!” he said cheerfully. “How’s the hyperdrive doing, though? Do you think we can make it to Deep Space 9?”

@Yávië Love the company!

[Moriel]

The thief HAS been found!
The item HAS been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!

[Lady of Shadow]

"Perhaps I was mistaken." the Dread Pirate mused when the one he thought was responsible for committing a crime in a foreign land ended up leading him to a dead end. But this particular dead end had fire within it, since in his search for this person, the Dread Pirate found himself in the Fire Swamp where he came across the Flotsam & Jetsam.

"What kind of a creature is this?" the Dread Pirate wondered, as he continued to search the swamp for evidence of where such a thief might be hiding out. In an area that nearly caused him to lose his footing (the swamp needed to be treaded lightly in order to not disturb creatures that looked like they had some kind of tampering with due to their size and weren't that easy to defeat), he came across the Night King that looked a little like the Albino with blue colored skin. "What odd little creatures they have living in this land." the pirate in disguise concluded.

[Baphởmet]

Walking his way to Pride Rock (because going from a space station hundreds of lightyears from earth to earth itself was no issue for the imp besuited goblin) Fleeg began to think about what had happened with the Cling-Ons. He just couldn’t reconcile their odd behavior and obsession with doing honorable things. Honorable things? How boring! Even his dull as dishwater brother, Mig, knew that doing honorable things was a waste of time. Cling-Ons were strange orcs, and they had some funky hairstyles. Actually, when the acid wore off and Fleeg was back in Mordor, he was gonna try out one of those hairstyles for sure. Though he could furrow his brow all he wanted, he was never going to get those fantastic ridges. A pity. Maybe he could convince Reg to scowl a lot so his skin would sag and Fleeg could mold it into something. Anything was better than the current mug he wore.

Another thing that was weird. The Sword of Kahless? That was this guy’s name? K-Less? Not only was it weird, drawing attention the absence of a letter, by putting that letter in his name the name was then a lie. Cling-Ons were weird.

What if, though, the Sword of Kahless was the sword of the K-Night King? It makes a sort of sense if you look at it upside down, and backwards, and with inverted colors, and blitzing drunk. Okay, on second thought it made no sense at all. Was it funny maybe? No, no not really. Fleeg, you’re losing your touch. Better go find Reg and do some ChAoSiNg, that will get your mojo back.

[Giliathriel]

Mara gave up on trying to find a warp drive. It looked like she would be stuck here in Fire Swamp for the time being. Still, she was a little shaken by the beings she had encountered already. On her list of people to meet for the day, a literal monarch of the undead with horrible powers over life and death had not been one of them. "What's a creature of ice doing in a place called the fire swamp anyway," she called out to the Night King. "You'd think this was the last place you would want to be. Unless...that's why you're here? Because it's the last place anyone would look for you?" What could have possibly have brought the Night King all the way out here? It would have to be an artifact of immense value. Could it be the famed Infinity Gauntlet?

[Moriel]

The thief has NOT been found!
The item HAS been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!

[Baphởmet]

“Because Trogdor comes in the niiiiiiiight!” Fleeg finished his turn at karaoke with a sing that made the crowd go wild! Whether the behavior was do to Fleeg's extreme talent or his extreme lack was remained to be seen. On the Rocks really needed a karaoke night. Fleeg made a mental note to throw that into the Bad Idea Bazaar. He was sure Reg would love it. Think of the ChAos they could reek upon the world! Fleeg rubbed his creepy hands together in evil glee. He’d changed out of the Panic costume, keeping the knives though, and changed into a raccoon get up. Perfect!

The inhabitants of the Fire Swamp (Wait, wasn’t he going to Pride Rock? Apparently not) were much more Fleeg's type. None of those weird Cling-On orc people. Just lots, and lots, and lots, of rats. Really, really, really big rats. Umm, why were they looking at Fleeg like that? Perhaps it was time to… yup, Fleeg was running the heck out of there!

Now was the time to have the Infinity Gauntlet. Huh? This doesn’t fit into the story at all. What’s the Infinity Gauntlet and why is this being brought up now? Honestly Fleeg, this is worse than a bad middle school writing assignment. Back to the drawing board with you, you peanut butter loving weirdo.

[Marceline]

That cave had been another portal! Back to Pride Rock?! Huh? How had Reg wound up so high up in the air after being underground just a second ago? (Reg was a bit slow to process how portals actually worked.)

Regdûsh peered over the edge of the big giant rock. The little lion was nowhere to be seen, thankfully. However, Loki was! Loki! That guy! Reg snarled. "Oi! You! Pointy-hat guy!" As Reg charged toward him at full speed, Loki shimmered and vanished. It was a mirage! projection! thing! Reg crashed into a solid rock wall and fall soundly onto his butt, cursing. But what's this? A big metal glove with shiny rocks on it? Huh. Reg put on the Infinity Gauntlet and started screaming because hoo boy, that gamma radiation was no joke. "AHHHH!!" the hairy orc screamed. He was suddenly overcome with an urge to snap his fingers...

[Giliathriel]

The creature spun around and vanished, leaving Mara dumbfounded. She could have sworn she'd seen the Night King. But wait, could it have been an illusion all this time? She'd heard of a trickster who specialized in illusions like that. Loki of Asgard, she'd heard him called. Well, his illusions wouldn't help him when she had the force as her Ally. She reached out, her consciousness touching the corners of the Fire Swamp. Strangely, she was unable to sense a life form. She did, however, feel an artifact of incredible power.

She moved over to where she felt the object and peered down into the muck. She thought she saw a glint of gold. She reached down and pulled it out, and the Infinity Gauntlet popped out with a satisfying squelch. She immediately could tell that putting such an object on would likely cost her her life, and she valued the impact she had on the lives of her family far too much to sacrifice herself for something like this. Still, one couldn't help but wonder at the possibilities.

[Lady of Shadow]

It seemed that the little girl with the pink bunny ears was successful in one thing; tracking down the thief's hiding spot, or so she thought. As 8-year-old Louise Belcher continued to search the place known as Pride Rock, she was beginning to realize why it was called such a place. "Tina would not like this place at all." she mused, indicating her older sister, Tina, who was a bit of a romantic, but since she liked guys (as far as she knew, since Louise didn't recall her older sister ever having a thing for another girl) this was not the place to find one (at least not one that was straight).

Putting that aside, the little girl continued her search for the elusive thief, but didn't expect to come across the Infinity Gauntlet once again. "This item must be important, probably because it's so powerful." the girl with the pink bunny ears (that she once had stolen, but that was a story for another time) guessed as she seemed to spot someone that was more out of place than herself: Goose! "What's he doing in a place like this?" Louise Belcher wondered, hoping that he wouldn't come to a bad end, remembering what happened to a Thanksgiving turkey once upon a time.

[Moriel]

The thief HAS been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!

[Baphởmet]

It was important to remain Loki and not call too much attention to himself. Fleeg was on the hunt, you see. Because, of course, after running from the rats in terror like a cry baby elfling, Fleeg realized he was hungry. Very hungry. The goblin had not eaten anything since he and Reg had taken those pulls and drank that special tea. He was famished. So famished in fact that he could eat a large rat! And, oh look! There just happened to be several large rats coming this way. How serendipitous! The hunters were about to become the hunted. Fleeg skittered up a tree like a creepy, spindly spider and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Then finally something came into view! Fleeg readied himself to jump, coiling himself up like a spring to… oh no! Fleeg was already in midflight when to be realized his error. It was not rats that had come around the band, but Cling-Ons orcs. These looked liked, yup they were, the same ones that has tried to recruit him to their quest for the Sword of Kahless. Oh this was going to be awkward. He smashed into the first one and they both went rolling ass over tea kettle into the underbrush.

Fleeg, naturally, screamed like a goat.

A thought occurred to him as he rolled himself out of the muck. Why were they looking in The Fire Swamp for the sword? It made no sense. Well, Fleeg remembered something about a book he'd read once about King Arthur and how Excalibur was made from peat big iron and the Lady of the Lake was a big burly blacksmith or something like that. He’s not a close reader, this Fleeg. Maybe it made more sense then. But wasn’t this sword made from the dude’s hair he threw into a volcano?

[Yávië]

"The hyperdrive is probably fine," Chewbacca grunted, wondering how seriously Han would take the word "probably". "There's just a small defect in the one of the charge planes, but we can drop out for repairs on Pride Rock if we absolutely have to. The crack probably won't get any bigger on a short jump." There was that word again.

Chewie settled into the co-pilot's seat and began the familiar work of setting course, all the time mumbling and growling to himself over the bounty situation. He still had a hunch that they should go after Loki, but he couldn't for sure say why. There was something else too...

"Oy Han, you remember those rumors about the Sword of Kahless...?"

[Gwai]

Han looked at Chewie, but decided "probably" was as good as the hyperdrive was going to get. "Chewie, I tell ya, as soon as we win this reward money, we're getting a new hyperdrive from Loki first thing." He looked fondly at the Falcon, and nodded as Chewie hoped they'd make it as far as Pride Rock. "I hope so. Beats landing in the Fire Swamp," he said a bit glumly.

He brightened when Chewie mentioned the Sword of Kahless. "We'll be rich if we can find that, Chewie!" he said, thinking of the money the Klingons would pay to get that sword. He wasn't convinced it existed, but that was the Klingon's problem. They just had to find something they could pass of as the sword. "Way more reward money than Flotsam and Jetsam! Nobody wants eels," he told Chewie his theory, flipping the switch to turn on the engines, holding his breath that they actually would.

[Giliathriel]

Mara stopped in her tracks. The thief hadn't been Loki, it had been Trogdor this whole time!. How stupid could she have been to not feel that? Maybe the Fire Swamp was acting as a dampener on her Force abilities. Maybe this was a place that existed outside the force, maybe something similar to what had happened to the Yuuzhan-Vong?

She ran after the thief, determined to catch up to him no matter who it had been. She may have been wrong about the Infinity Gauntlet being the item that he'd taken, but she was certain that even if the thief had the Sword of Kahless that she could handle it. Her lightsaber would cut through that blade like it was butter.

[Lady of Shadow]

It looks like the Dread Pirate Roberts may have tracked down the item that disappeared: Flotsam & Jetsam! Though he was still trying to figure out what kind of creatures they were. "They sure have strange looking creatures in this land." the former farm boy thought to himself as he continued to search the Fire Swamp in hopes that he would locate the elusive thief.

Not that far ahead, he heard a struggle, as if the thief in question was in a battle of their life. Was it possible that the person responsible for taking such an item (or trying to) had run afoul of one of the creatures of immense size? "And I thought that such creatures didn't exist." the Dread Pirate mused as he headed in the direction of the screams. When he got there, he saw the person he had come across before: Goose, locked in a struggle that they couldn't possibly get away from (at least not without help, so this is where the former farm boy by the name of Westley came in, as he headed over to see if he could be of some assistance).

[Marceline]

What a lot of Flotsam and Jetsam there was in this here alternative reality’s Fire Swamp! It stank like Melkor’s balls in here. Ugh! Reg pinched his nose delicately (having discarded the stupid metal glove since it pinched his wrist and filled him with gamma) and wandered on through this mysterious world. He was still wearing his bright pink Pain costume, and his tail was dragging through the sludge of the swamp. “Stupid tail!” he scolded it, lifting it out of the murky waters with his other hand. It would be so helpful if Trogdor would just show up and burninate this stupid swamp. It was too stinky even for a foul orc like Reg!

[Taethowen]

Sally was utterly confused by the places she was ending up merely by wandering outside of Halloweentown. First, she'd ended up in some strange maze, and now she was... apparently hunting for a thief?

"Oh Jack, I don't know what kind of mess I've gotten myself into," she muttered while wringing her stitched hands.

In her wanderings, she found that she was on a large rock overlooking a vast plain. Pride Rock, it seemed to be called. And nearby, she saw a strange human-like creature wearing a horned helmet--he would momentarily declare that he was Loki, the god of mischief, and Sally would just look on in confusion--poking at some Flotsam and Jetsam.

Oh, she would really like to find her way back home now...

[Moriel]

DING DING DING!

The thief has been caught!! @Earl of Avoirdupois has successfully apprehended that mischevous thief Loki in his hiding place in the Fire Swamp, where he had made off with the Sword of Kahless!. 747, you are now a First Rank Hunter! Nothing special happens.

But lo- thievery is rife, and it's time to set out after one again... a new culprit is abroad, the traps have been reset, Thief Hunt Round Two, commence!

[Baphởmet]

747, fresh off his victory in during Fat Bear Week, needed a nap. Not the big nap to come later in the year when Winterfell mind you, just a good ole “I ate 300 pounds of salmon” kind of nap. However, he was having some serious issues finding a place to nap. He tried the river, but he kept getting smacked in the face by salmon, apparently they wanted to be eaten in even greater quantities. The giant, fat bear made a mental note to come back after his nap, he’d be hungry by then anyway. He tried his cave, but a raccoon at the entrance started Yellin at him and he got distracted enough to forget why he was there in the first place. He made his way through the forest, eating some blueberries when he was getting peckish and some honey because who could say no to honey. The Earl came to a stop at the entrance to a giant cave with a sign over it. The sign was not edible, which annoyed 747 but he was amenable to some amends. The sign said something about a “Dark Crystal" and he began to wonder what that was. A dessert perhaps? The grizzly was quite hungry, perhaps he'd go for a look.

[Taethowen]

Yzma was frustrated, which was easy to become when you had an evil henchman as ridiculously sunny and idiotic as Kronk. She'd had enough of him, though, and now was on the search for some Iocane Powder, since Kronk was somehow able to easily avoid all her potions. She should have never let him start helping to make them in the first place. She should have never let him know they existed, really.

However, it seemed that she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. She thought she was supposed to end up somewhere with castles and cliffs and fire swamps. But instead, she stood in front of a strange looking little place with a sign that read "Halloween Town."

Yzma stamped her foot in annoyance, crossing her arms with a huff. "The help is no good these days!"

[Lady of Shadow]

"I don't know why I let that scruffy looking nerf herder talk me into this." Princess Leia thought (referring to Han Solo, of course) as she found herself wandering through some foreign land, looking for a common thief. Regardless on how she was feeling at the moment, she thought that she might as well do what Han told her to (at least until she could get her hands on him, that was). Though it wasn't a land that Leia was familiar with, she was curious on how she ended up back on the Death Star, since wasn't that "moon" as she heard her brother liked to call it, blown up by that very same person? The person she thought was too short for a stormtrooper?

Regardless, if it was catching a common thief that Han wanted her to do in his absense, that was just what she was going to do. As she wandered the halls of the Empire's former super weapon, the adopted daughter of Alderaan came across a Glass Candle of all things. What it was doing in such a location was anybody's guess, and as Leia was trying to figure out what such an item would be used for, she came across a Nazgul. "Darth Vader, only you could be so bold." she exclaimed, thinking that the cloaked figure was the Lord of the Sith. She would soon find out how wrong she was, and wish that at least Han Solo was with her.

[Moriel]

The thief has NOT been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place has NOT been found!

@Ursus americanus, within Winterfell you have stumbled upon a Thicket of Thorns! A massive thicket of thorns blocks your way! You must RP your way around or through it before hunting again.

[Baphởmet]

Ow. Ow. Ow! OW! 747 suddenly found himself ensorcelled by a thicket of thorns! This was bad. Ow. Ow. OW!! They kept on poking him no matter which way he moved. Where did this thing come from? The Earl had been moving along, minding his own business and all of the sudden a very angry bush grew up around him and started poking him with tiny bush claws. This would not do. Not at all. Ow. Ow. Ow. The reigning fattest of bears was in a very bad predicament, his hunger for the juiciest blueberries had again betrayed him.

747 tried moving forward. The angry bush did not like that and scratched at him those bush claws, o e even scratched his poor nose! The Earl growled angrily and swiped a massive paw against the bush. The branches gave way but scratched him back. What? How dare they! He was the Fattest of Bears! Didn’t they know that? He rubbed his nose and sneezed. Going forward was clearly not going to work. The massive ursine looked from side to side. The angry bush was all around him. Wad this the same angry bush or had he brought friends? That was an unfair trick, he thought. Something like that should not be allowed. He growled his opinion at the angry bush and his gang of unfriendly bushes but none of them seemed to care. One of them even took a swipe at his rump! He yelped, very undignified for the Earl, and tried to push his way through. He was smacked a dozen or a hundred times, he wasn’t sure. He tried to jump over the thicket but he was too fat a bear to do this.

Finally, he knew he had to admit defeat and run. But he couldn’t run. He was stuck. Every time he tried to run the angry bush got angrier. He had to move slowly, so as to not anger the bush any further. He inched backwards. Slowly. Slowly. Ow. Ow. Slower. Slower. Ow. Slower. Slow. Almost there. Ow. Okay, he was clear! He snorted angrily at the bush but knew better than to engage. He’d just have to find a way around this bush to get at the berries on the other side.

[Taethowen]

Yzma had encountered an interesting character in her search for iocane powder. His name was Vizzini, and as soon as the phrase 'iocane powder' was mentioned, he immediately turned into a braggart and she quickly learned that it was apparently very easy to develop an immunity to iocane powder. While it was unlikely that Kronk would know that, she wasn't going to risk it. Knowing him, he'd accidentally start adding it to the cooking and then everyone in the palace would become immune to it.

When she'd left Vizzini, in just a bit of a huff, she grinned widely as a new rumor made its way to her ears. Perhaps she needed to take a more... brutal route. She'd tried to keep her hands relatively clean with the whole Kuzco issue and that had backfired almost spectacularly. If Kronk had really become that much of an annoyance, then she should take care of him once and for all.

And perhaps... this Sword of Kahless would be able to do the job. Supposedly, she should start looking someplace called the USS Enterprise. She just needed to figure out how to get there first.

[Moriel]

The thief has NOT been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place has NOT been found!

@King Bull Sparra, you may now hunt again!

[Marceline]

Still wandering forlornly in his Pain costume, Reg paused and looked around. He was standing outside a huge skyscraper in the middle of a giant, humming city. What?!? He leaned back. Far above him, there was a huge letter A on a building. How did he know this? Because Art had taught him some letters n stuff. What was the A for, though? He stopped a passing guy, who looked like he was going to poop himself with fright. Reg did not realize that he was not exactly a normal sight in New York City. "That's Avengers Tower!" the man said. He scuttled off before Reg could even thank him, which he wasn't going to do anyway.

"Hmmm," Reg said. His little Pain wings flapped idly in the breeze. "I could probably find a Warp Drive in there, right?" He wandered in and pushed a button in the wall. DING! A door slid open before him, revealing a very small room. Reg stepped in. Oblivious as always, he did not notice the stares he was attracting. He looked around this tiny, empty room. Oooh! More buttons! He reached out a hairy finger and poked the one labeled "Scar" - though consonant blends were far beyond his current literacy level, so he had no idea what it said. With a jolt, the tiny room started to move. Reg braced himself. Meanwhile, the security camera in the corner recorded him in all his pink-suited glory.

[Baphởmet]

Escaping the angry bush and its equally angry claws, 747 resumed his search for munchies. He might be the fattest bear, but that did not mean that he could not find a little something to snack on. Berries were lovely. Blue, black, straw, boysen, rasp. All of them. They were all tasty and wonderful, especially after a long day standing in the water looking for salmon. Eating was hungry work after all! The Earl meandered his way through the forest, sniffing and scratching and munching and slurping. Everything was just wonderful. Then he saw it. The Horrible Goose!

Why was this goose horrible? It was loud and angry (much like the bush) but it was small and flappy. 747 and the Horrible Goose had had many a legendary stare down in the past and this battle looked to be just as legendary. The goose’s opening move was the Horn of Winter, no that wasn’t the name. The Honk of Winter, that sounded right. The Honk of Winter! He inhaled and let loose a honk that rang and echoed throughout the forest. It shook 747 down to his considerable gut. But he was not without his own weapons.

He roared. He roared so loud the ground shook beneath his feet. He charged the goose who fled, flapping large awkward wings wildly trying to escape the snapping maw that was 747. He was stood up on his hind legs much in the manner of hoomoons and took a final swipe at the dastardly bird before it disappeared to Thra, where are all evil birds and lizards lived.

[Taethowen]

Yzma never did make it to the USS Enterprise, because on her way to find some way to launch herself onto an interstellar ship, she was distracted by Oogie Boogie. He was carrying around some gaudy shield with red and white circles and a white star on a blue center, muttering something about Cap's Shield and how it would make a good addition to his Nightmare Wheel. She was more than a little curious as to what a Nightmare Wheel might be, but as she was following him, suddenly the scenery shifted and she found herself standing inside a swamp with random spurts of flames popping up all around her. "Huh," Yzma said. "A Fire Swamp could be an interesting addition to just about anything. Might even be better than a moat for keeping out intruders."

[Lady of Shadow]

It took Leia a while to get away from the last person she thought was guilty of thievery. "That was not Darth Vader!" she realized, somehow managing to get word back to Han Solo to come rescue her. He was not pleased, to say the least, so she was beginning to like this scruffy looking nerf herder, to say the least.

Back to tracking down a new thief, since Han was still not ready to resume his responsibilities. "Probably owed someone else some money, or got on their bad side." Leia thought, as she found herself in a place called Winterfell. SInce the princess (though adopted, but that was besides the point) of Alderaan didn't know who inhabited such a place, she tried to be cautious, coming across the Romulan Cloaking Device, hidden in an old warehouse of some sort. Leia wondered if it was some new device the Resistance was adopting, and wanted to hide it in a foreign land in order to keep it out of the wrong hands (since those loyal to the Empire seemed to be crawling around everywhere these days).

Not expecting to run into someone she knew, the princess of Alderaan almost bumped into Gaston or at least it looked like someone she knew with that dark hair and handsome face, but he was no Han Solo, she could see that now. This fellow was obviously not who he seemed to be, which almost did sound like someone she knew (thinking of Han, once again).

[Moriel]

The thief HAS been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place has NOT been found!

@Lady of Shadow, within Winterfell you have stumbled upon a Thicket of Thorns! A massive thicket of thorns blocks your way! You must RP your way around or through it before hunting again.

[Taethowen]

Yzma was pleased to see that the list of people who might have what she wanted to procure (aka, something to off Kronk with because he was entirely too cheery to continue being her right-hand-man of any sort) was becoming drastically shorter. However, the options of what she might use for Kronk were also becoming... interesting.

Perhaps a Horrible Goose might be a start. Kronk was known for befriending animals, strangely, but geese were a nightmare and a deliberately terrible goose might be a different story. And since the man was practically a princess, then a Spinning Needle might be the right weapon to use against him. That would definitely not seem out of place in one of those THATCHED ROOF COTTAGES at all!

With a wide grin and a cackle, Yzma headed off, now that she had a plan...

[Marceline]

DING.

The door of the small moving room slid open. Reg stepped out and was faced by a long hallway lined with doors. He waddled out of the elevator, tail trailing behind him, then proceeded to the door marked “Scar” - the same writing he’d seen next to the button! He still didn’t know what it said, but he felt confident the letters matched.

He pulled open the door and overheard someone talking about Pride Rock. Hey, he’d been there! He shuffled up to the desk of a receptionist and banged his fist on the tabletop. “What’s this about Pride Rock?” he queried. “I just come from there!” It may all have been a hallucination but Reg wasn’t going to get into the technicalities.

“Yes, we are looking for a Vibranium Axe near Pride Rock on behalf of the Avengers,” said the receptionist, a blue bird with a long orange beak. He seemed to be employed here against his will, as he was imprisoned behind the desk inside a rib cage. Reg pondered the situation for a moment, then shrugged.

“I dunno about no axes,” he said. “I did chuck a baby lion into the air though.”

[Moriel]

The thief HAS been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!

[Baphởmet]

Still reeling from his encounter with The Horrible Goose, 747 was on the hunt for berries but he was nervous. He could still hear that haunted honk echoing in his ursine ears. What a horrible sound it was! But 747 was not a cub anymore. No, 747 was the Fattest of Bears. He could show no fear, no trepidation, no wavering in the face of honks. If he found the goose again, he would make sure that it was properly dealt with. He heard a hoomoon talking about goose and berries once when he was digging through their trash. Perhaps he could snack on this goose with the berries he was in search for. If the opportunity came, he would not waver.

He was met on a hollow by the river by a direwolf. Not just any direwolf, Nymeria! She was a rather large direwolf with a rather large temper. When 747 was a just a cub they had had a run in and the wolf had come away the winner of the chicken dinner (literally, they fought over a roasted chicken some hikers left). That would not be the case now. No sir! She was big, but 747 was bigger, and he was hungrier. He was better in any measurable stat now (though bears don’t make good statisticians).

He chased her. She broke and ran. She was fast and 747 was large and fat, but he was still quick. She dove through some THATCHED ROOF COTTAGES and made a scene for the hoomoons but the Earl would not be dissuaded. She could not stay in his territory, not if he wanted to have any chicken dinners in the future.

[Taethowen]

Yzma didn't find the spinning needle in the THATCHED ROOF COTTAGES after all, but she was successful at tracking down a Horrible Goose! This was going to be perfect for Kronk, and even better she found something that was described as a Romulan Cloaking Device. Apparently it could hide just about anything in plain sight, and perhaps if Kronk couldn't see the goose, then first off, maybe he wouldn't be able to win it over, and secondly, he wouldn't be able to defend himself.

It was brilliant!

[Moriel]

The thief HAS been found!
The item has NOT been found!
The hiding place HAS been found!

[Baphởmet]

747 had done an excellent job chasing off the direwolf. He'd chased her through the villages and all the way to Pride Rock. He was famished now. He was so hungry. 747 could an antelope and what do ya know! Sadly though, all the antelope were too fast for him and he tired himself out trying to get a bite. He decided he needed a nap before trying again. Now, where would a good cave be around here?

HONK

Oh no.

HONK. HONK. HONK

It was The Horrible Goose!

What was that think in its beak? Oh no! 747 was doomed. It was a Lightbringer (flash light)!

[Taethowen]

The cloaking device turned out to be a dud, but as Yzma eyed the THATCHED ROOF COTTAGES as she plotted how to actually catch A Horrible Goose, she caught a glimmer of something in a shadow. Curious, she wandered closer to see what it was. "What's this?" Yzma whispered, reaching out to touch the strange object. In the shadows was hidden a golden glove with glowing, multicolored gems. Mesmerized, Yzma picked it up and slid it on, the words Infinity Gauntlet whispered through her mind. This. This was the answer to all her problems, she realized.