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and so Geoffrey went on an epic quest to merge the channels because he loved all of his friends very much and wanted to talk to them all
he set out from morgul on a quest towards vorduram where the key to the mumble channels are kept
but it would not be an easy venture
many obstacles lie in Geoffrey's path
the searing flarv of mount shmoople awaited him at his first destination along the way
Geoffrey searched along the jagged cold stone walls of mount schmoople for the secret entrance
he found a crack in the wall and upon it was inscribed a riddle
how much does Geoffrey love Dylan? the door asked
Geoffrey quickly responded "Enough to merge two mumbles <3"
and quickly, the door creaked open allowing Geoffrey into the dark expanse at hand.
He lit a torch, and splayed before him were riches the likes of which Geoffrey had never seen
sparkling gold watches, canes of crystall, and pools of moltes silver and platinum.
The room was quite hot, but Geoffrey was determined and pressed on
he was tempted to partake of the riches around him but was spurred on by his determination to reunite with his friends.
the room with the gold dwindled into the distance as geoffrey made his way down a hallway deeper into the mountain
he came upon a gigantic room and walked inside
Suddenly... the door shut tight behind him
and her heard a voice
"defeat me and you may have one wish"
this was the voice of the dreaded Flarv of Mount Schmoople
Geoffrey froze in terror but then kindled his strength with the flaming determination to rejoice with all his friends
He broke into a run and belowed like a wolf on its kill
he flew into the air and aided by his friends trust and love slew the Flarv
He was granted one wish which of course, he used to merge mumbles and speak with all his fun


Defeating the mighty Flarv of Mount Schmoople was no easy task. Geoffrey was weary but driven on by his dedication to bring his beloved friends together he continued on his quest. Examining his map, he identified the next hurdle on his intrepid journey for the master mumble key. Geoffrey never imagined he would have to go in search of the greatest of mumble keys. His past faithfulness to his friends guaranteed that he had never to concern himself with such things. He remembered back to the days before to the stories told by the parents of his homeland reminding their children to always be kind to their friends and that he could spend time with all his friends together under one mumble. Geoffrey had never questioned this and accepted that he would always spend time together with his faithful friends. However, he had heard of the dark ones that had fallen from the garden of friendship only to split their mumbles and their friend’s hearts. One in particular sailron a dark lord who like the others had split his mumble but he had done so many times and had suffered greatly. In attempt to overpower the peaceful mumble users Sailron forged twenty Mumble Keys of power. These keys held much power over mumbles and greedy mumble admins sought them to gain control over the rest. Despite the destruction brought on by these keys Sailron kept one for himself the Great mumble key, one to reunite all mumbles. Geoffrey remembered the rhyme
Three keys for the Elven-Admins under the mumbles,
Seven for the Dwarf-Admins in their halls of friendship,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Vorduram where the Shadows lie.
One Key to rule them all, One Key to find them,
One Key to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Vorduram where the Shadows lie."
It was this key that Geoffrey needed in order to bring his friends together. And so with a nostalgic fire in his heart, Geoffrey set off along the long road for Vorduram

Having defeated the mighty Flarv Geoffrey was feeling quite happy with himself. As he trotted down the steep road from Mount Schmoople he whistled his favorite tune from when he used to spend time together with all his friends in their mumbles. As he walked he took in the lush surroundings as the scenery changed from steep jagged mountain rock, to soft green grass spreading into the valley below him. This was the valley of Leolyn, long had the town of Morgul resided here serving as a prosperous trading hub for merchants coming from miles around. In recent years the merchants had stopped coming for fear of the Mighty Flarv. Now that Geoffrey had defeated it, he figured he should pay the town a visit to let them know and stop into the tavern for a night’s rest. Soon the mighty gates of morgul rose from the soft rolling hills that composed leolyn valley. Geoffrey approached the gatekeeper and hailed him with a weary but triumphant smile and wave. The gate keeper resided in a booth beside the gate and when he came out to meet Geoffrey a tall elf with pale white skin and long blond hair was exposed. He introduced himself with a soft elven accent as Morwen. He had long pointy ears and was clad in long flowing garbs of beautiful whites and golds covered in silver mail. Geoffrey explained his situation to the Morwen and when Morwen asked for proof Geoffrey produced a claw of the flarv. Morwen was astounded and needless to say opened the gate and rushed Geoffrey into the royal palace in the center of Morgul. The palace was magnificent and even a tired battle torn Geoffrey was reinvigorated at its sight. There he saw the City’s Jarl and recounted his experience at Mount Schmoople. A party was thrown across the city in his name and Geoffrey was carried to the town’s most popular inn. The party raged on into the night. Although happy Geoffrey was tired and needed to rest. He sat in a relatively quiet corner of the now bustling inn. The inn was small, constructed of red brick and large wooden beams. Purple and Green tapestries lined the walls turning the crowded bar into a castle of sorts. Across the room Geoffrey noticed a woman sitting at the bar. She was cloaked but somehow he could just tell she was beautiful. She turned slightly careful not to reveal anything but her cloak and beckoned to him. Withought thinking Geoffrey’s feet drew him to her and when he sat next to her, her face was shrouded by darkness. Silently, she ordered two drinks by holding up two of her fingers. Soft and pale yet not those of an elf, they lifted slowly but powerfully. At the first sip of the drink Geoffrey forgot all worries and slipped softly into an inescapable sleep. (TBD)