Lord of the Scree!!
I call being Frodo.
One ring to rule them all,
one ring to find them,
One ring to bring them all
and in the darkness..... bite them! SCREE!!
Deep in the land of Garlemald, in the Fires of Mount Gagazet, the Dark Lord Bahamut forged a master ring, and into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.
What about second breakfast? Alisaie: I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Alph. Alphinaud: What about elevenses? Luncheon?
Thancred: So much death, what can men do against such reckless hate?
Ardbert: Ride out with me, ride out and meet them.
Thancred: For death and glory.
Ardbert: For Ul'dah, for your people.
Thancred: Yes, the horn of Godbert Manderville shall sound in the deep one last time. Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth Scions of the Seventh Dawn!
"I am Urianger the White. And thyn self joinith thee now… at thyn turn of the tide." - Urianger Augurelt
One does not simply walk into Castrum Meridianum.
The Fellowship of the Scree, the Two Ronkas and the Return of the La-Hee. I like it!