Why thank you dear Dryad zese paws hath always suited me well...

*walks over to the picture of ze beast staring intently*

Aye, Sister Silver, 'tis canine indeed... But tis no wolf, or werewolf as you would call them. It reminds me of a legend though amongst ze wolves. Of a wolf who experienced terrible trecheries in his life, his family killed, his home destroyed... and they haunted him to the point where it drove him mad. He was a loner now, and lone wolf are often to be both feared and sympathized with...there troubles often drive them crazy. Some say zat ze wolf, Khazann, as we call him was driven so beyond reason zat he committed a horrible treachery, he betrayed ze wolves, and ze other creatures of the forest. He sinned a sin far greater zan zat of ze minions. He turned to darkness and evil magic. Some say 'twas freely, some say 'twas as punishment, others say he was captured by ze very evil he turned too... and it mutated him morphed him into the Beast of the Loneley Mountains, a creature far worse zan ze Dark Lord's muts... his fangs grew longer... his eyes glowed red with anger and fury... his fur becam matted, his skin scarred. and spikes grew out of his elbows... from then on it is said he hunted all ze creatures in ze forest, not for food, but pleasure... he would then trap zem and take zem to who knows where. He is a truly evil beast, it is said he resides deep below ze earth. I had always thought him a legend...

*Gasps* You doth not think this what could have become of ze Dark Lords and me mutated cousins do you? Captured by ze Beast! We have true reason to fear...

I am very glad to have lent some little assistance to you, good travelers. I watch intently from afar, so tell me if you wish me to take another perusal of the records.

It does sound indeed like the fabled cave. I had been beginning to wonder when I found very little description of it, but like I mentioned, the legends vary on some details. But what I read mentioned nothing of the perilous beast you discuss. Do be careful!

(Illuminated by the glow of a Glowshroom in a comfy cave at the foot of a mountain many miles from the Monastery)
The dryad shivers.

Well, methinks there ist but one thing to do. We shall not wish to be known as the questers who turned tail and ran, shalt we? What is a monster when there is hope of ethereal marshmallows? Besides, we art a goodly number, consisting of three very determined monks, a very large dog, a very hungry goat, and a very noble wolf. . . surely it wilt not be too much trouble. . . wait, you saith Khazann's fangs art alleged to be how long, good Wolf?

The dryad eats one of the biscotti Winty hath been so gracious to provide, and feels a bit better.

Well! The sooner we press on, the sooner we shalt meet this monster, defeat him, and win the magical ball of yarn. Then we shalt ascend into the daylight on the other side of this mountain, and it is there that we wilt find the last leg of this glorious Quest!

The dryad sets off with much bounce and bobance, but trips over the yarn again, and loses her grip on the Glowshroom. It tumbles down the descent of yarn, until coming to a stop some fifty feet down into the cave.

The sound of low growling reaches the ears of the questers.

Oh dear.

*I'm sorry I can't write the way you guys do, I do understand English, but I'm not a native, so that's REALLY hard!*

I just wanted to let you know, I have only seen the two trailers, so I'm so spoilerfree! Really curious tomorrow how it will be!

you saith Khazann's fangs art alleged to be how long, good Wolf?

Well ze legends don't quite agree on zis either, but I can assure you zey all do agree zat zey be bigger zan Aslan's

I agreeth though there can be no turning back now not if we be so close... Now I know you are all monks, but for me ze very thought zat ze Dark Lord mayeth be in need of help requires investigation... I doth not believe he is completely evil, after all he recognized you're innocence dear Dryad. And I am a pilgrim who must fight for what 'tis right...and noone should be in zat creature's grasp...abesolutely noone.

*Heareths ze growling and lets out a snarl of her own.*

Beware... it shaln't be long before we see him, if zat truly is him...

I art in my final preparations for mine glorious viewing in two days. Like many others, I am currently viewing LWW before my afternoon Final. Then on the morrow, I shalt vieweth PC before that Final. And then on the glorious day, I shalt take mine final Final exam, get some food, then depart for the theater. I shalt take no time to be tempted to vieweth any spoilers shouldst they tempt me on last time. And they shalt not prevail. If I couldst prevail against the spoilers thus far, they shalt not overcome me now.

*peering through the mirror* I am grateful to know considerate minions. I was voice chatting with one, and her sister was watching TV. A VDT trailer came on, and she was considerate enough to not tell me about it.

*looks around* Gabe? Gabe? Where are you?

Oh my, Good Wolf. Those sound like verily big fangs. I don't suppose this Khazann is fond of biscotti?

*wonders what other object might be used to bribe such a creature into handing over the yarn*

And what's this about the Dark Lord in needeth of help? Pray, tell. I dare not peek through the magic mirror and into the Lair to find out for myself, for I fear what spoilers might be lurking there...

(Facing almost certain death illuminated by the distant glow of a Glowshroom in a comfy cave at the foot of a mountain many miles West of the Monastery)

The dryad whippeth out the magic mirror for a second, despite it the fact that she ist in a dark, shadowy cave, where an unseen beast is growling at her group, because she just can't resist welcoming newcomers.

Hello, Huge Narnia Fan! My fellow monks and I art away on the quest at the moment, but we welcome ye from afar via magical mirror. Thy abstinence from the dreaded spoiler is inspirational indeed!!

High Knight, though thy post wast not likely meant to be a pep talk, it serveth the purpose very well! Let all monks cling to their convictions more steadfastly than ever in these final hours as we await the coming of the blessed Vision.

The dryad stowed away the magical mirror in her knapsack, and turned to her fellow questers.

Well, thanks to mine error, we art without light until we retrieveth that Glowshroom, so there ist nothing else for it. I wilt go and see if I canst not get a hold of it. If I am gobbled up by the monster, ye must find your way out of the cave as quick as can be, and then find another way around the mountain so the quest may be continued. Wisheth me luck.

The dryad tentatively shuffled down the incline, keeping her eyes trained on the glowing mushroom lying eerily on the strange yarn turf down below, hoping the growling creature wouldst not jump out at her from the shadows, and instead give her safe passage. But just as she reached the Glowshroom, and wast extending her shaking hand to pick it up, a fierce beast, dark and with gleaming fangs, sprang at it and swiped at it up with its mighty, clawed paws. Startled out of her wits, the dryad pulled her hand back, and could only watch as the monster snatched up the mushroom with its cruel mouth and ran away with it into the depths of the cave.

Hey! Come back! That's not for eating!

Feeling certain she was going to meet her death, the dryad raced after the beast, knowing only where to go by following the faint glow of the Glowshroom, which wast still giving off light even as it wast clenched between the monster's merciless teeth. But suddenly she came to a stop—the dreadful creature had ceased running. Terrified, the dryad tiptoed nearer.

It wast not Khazann, the terrifying canine the Noble Wolf had spoken of, but rather a kitten, very fluffy with very large eyes and small enough to hold in your hands. It wast playing with the glowing mushroom, batting it back and forth like a ball. It looked up at her with its huge, unblinking eyes and said, in a voice so adorable it was almost disturbing:

"Hi. My name's Echo. What's yours?"

(The dryad wouldst like to apologize for how her tenses hath flippeth and floppethed in describing her actions in this quest; she ist new at RPing.

Upon hearing such a small, sweet voice after the dryad's startled cry, winter crept forward, feeling rather nervous and wondering where Gabe might have gone. Rose, is everything alright?

Hello Echo, I be Wolf, and zese be ze Noble Dryad Rose, The Wandering Silver, and ze Dear Life of Winter. We seek ze Great Marshmellow tree. Be ye freind or foe?

"I see" sayeth ze kitten. "Fear not I am a freind, and here is the yarn which shall lead you to the tree."

Ah good. Thankye kindly. Forgive us for being suprised, but we thought you to be ze Beast Khazann.

"Yes I'm afraid I have grave news for you though. Khazann has been spotted in the very same forest. Be wise freinds, you're lives depend on it."

at this ze wolf lets out a mixture of a growl and a snarl

Thankye for your warning Echo, wouldst thou like to accompany us?

(Talking to an darling little fluffball of a kitten by the glow of a Glowshroom in a comfy cave at the foot of a mountain many miles West of the Monastery)
The dryad lifted the shining, silvery ball of yarn off of the podium, and turned to the little kitten, wondering if she would take the good Wolf's offer and join the merry band of questers, and come live at the Monastery after the quest was completed. The kitten licked her paw thoughtfully.

"Are there saucers of milk at the Monastery?" piped the tiny voice. "And boxes to jump in? And nobody will take unflattering pictures of me and put captions on them, will they?"

The questers assured her there would be saucers of milk and plenty of boxes for adventuring, and that cat-o'-lols were prohibited at the Monastery.

"All right, then," Echo said pertly, and started off even further into the cave, her eyes presumably not bothered by the prevailing darkness. The dryad tied one end of the yarn around the podium so they would be able to find their way back, and followed the little kitten as she scampered through the dark, the others not far behind.

"Well," said the mite of a kitten. "I hope somebody is going to carry me."

*having indeed slept through the entire wailing cave episode, the Lady Wanderer awakens and finds the camp empty*

Forsooth, I wondereth what could have happened to mine fellow questors? I shalt climb this handy tree and see what I canst espy...

*climbs, humming a little ditty called "The Monk Went Over the Mountain"*

The Monk went over the mountain
The Monk went over the mountain
The Monk went over the mountain
To climb a little tree
To see what she could see

The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
The other side of the mountain
Was all that she could see
From the little tree

And so ze questers continued in ze forest it wasn't long until ze wolf smelt muntant canine. But something 'twas strange...zis was not ze smell of Khazann...infact zere were more zan one and zey smelt quite familiar. So ze wolf looked up and saw to her suprise ze Dark Overlord in a tree and his muntant canines barking ferociously attempting to climb ze tree.

Why monks, I do believe ze Marshwiggle 'twas right.

and so she let out a growl and a snarl and approached ze muts... and scolded zem in canine tongue for both treeing zere master and for losing the honor zat even ze muntant canines hath had. Of course ze conversation was quite beyond everyone else, who only heard a bunch of growls and snarls...

(Standing in a very surreal and mystical forest accompanied by darling little fluffball of a kitten beyond a comfy cave at the foot of a mountain many miles West of the Monastery)
The dryad tossed four biscotti at the two-headed mutant mutts (named Kermit and Papa Smurf by the good Marshwiggle), who devoured them happily, and watched the bwahahawful Dark Overlord climb/fall out of the tree.

It ist a good thing we came along to rescue thee, was it not, Overlord? Sorry, I couldst not resist. I wouldst ask thee to accompany us in our quest to locate the Marshmallow Tree, only its fruit ist so pure no spoiler can stand to be in its beatific presence, and I believe ye art running late for an evil laughter therapy session besides? If ye wilt go up the mountainside a ways, ye wilt find a cave, and if thou wilt pick thy way through its shadowed chasms, ye wilt find it to be an excellent shortcut to the other side of the mountain. Ye shalt be able to find thy way back to thy Lair quite easily after that. Only I hope thou dost not get any ideas about "borrowing" some of the yarn that ist hoarded there, with which I suppose ye might fashion into doilies woven with spoilers in thy spare time. Even thy most High and Spoiled Rottenness ist not in the habit of stealing from adorable little kittens, I shouldst like to believe.

Now, mine fellow questers, which way shall we go to look for the tree? Hast anyone caught its scent?

All of the sudden, a sweet wind blew through the trees, and Etiteppa gave a happy bleat. She ran off in a seemingly random direction, and the dryad was left half-running, half-dragged behind her, her wrist wrapped around the nanny goat's leash.

Watch out for that—!

. . . Tree.