The hobbit Tim Baggins stared into the deep, dark wood, and curled his toes nervously. Dusty cobwebs hung from the twisted boughs and not a single shaft of sunlight penetrated into the gloom. The air hung thick and motionless like treacle. 'We're not going in there... are we?' He turned and looked up at the dwarf king Owen, son of Thráin.
'We have come to recover our sacred letters, stolen from the dwarven witch Zepherine's spell book by the evil witch Ylwa who lives on the far side of the forest' boomed Owen. 'It is ten days march through and there is no other route. You are our guide, hobbit, you must lead the way.' He crossed his arms across his breastplate. 'We must spend the next 10 days undercover making a mighty Flash game' he continued. 'With your woolly-footed design skills and my developmental battle-axe we can create a really good game in just 10 days, thus defeating the evil Ywla and returning the prestige to the Dwarves that Middle Earth owes us.'
Tim feared that Owen was about to start moaning about the bloody Elves again, so quickly cut in. 'Are there, you know... goblins in the wood?'
'Of course!' bellowed Owen. 'Seven great goblins live in the wood. Ywla conjured them with her sorcery, creating them from the very letters in Zepherine's book. We must create a series of word puzzles that will transform the goblins back into letters.'
Tim turned back and peered into the gloom, scratching his head of curly hair like Brian May. Could they really write a really good Flash adventure game in just 10 days? What challenges lay hidden in the forest? The Dwarves were hardy, he had to be as resolute as they were.
'Crikey! Well, OK, let's give it a bash then, eh?' he wheezed. 'If we make it through OK, what say we meet down the hobbit hole at The Werks on Tues 10th November at 7pm for a jolly good chat about it, over tea and cakes?'
He straightened his knife in his leather belt and, followed by the band of dwarves, stepped nervously into the wood.
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