My LEGO Nexus Organization

The year is 1300, the place, England. A lone rider rides towards London, his horses hooves pounding the ground. The Horse is sweating heavily, and the rider can sense its exhaustion. The rider looks always forwards, he is a tall man, dressed in a brown cloak with a hood. He is bald, this mans name is Robert Logan. He rides for his life. We pan to the right to a tree, the man waiting pulls his bowstring back sighting Robert, he aims, sucks in his breath the Arrow flies. In seeming slow motion the Arrow speeds towards its victim, a message of death to its receiver. It hits Robert in the neck, slicing through, blood spurts from the wound and Robert slides from his saddle and hits the ground, rolls a few paces and stops. The archer gets to his feet and walks towards the Robert, Robert is gasping for air. The archer walks towards him, "Did you think you could run?" He laughs evilly. "No, Robert". "You cannot run, Nor can you Hide". He leans in close, Robert is fading fast and he can see it. "No, Robert, you may die." "But this is far from over". Robert Pulls one last breath and dies. The archer Stands to his feet. He looks at Robert, no pity is in the gaze, only Coldness. In this moment we see for a moment the personage of Godfrey, he is bald and Has a scar beside his mouth, He wears black robes and carries a tremendous sword. He pulls out his horn and blows three Sweet shrill blasts upon a horn. A army tops the ridge behind him. A lone rider pulls away and rides towards him. "Sir Godfrey!" The rider yells. "What are your orders sire?". "We march tomorrow at dawn". Godfrey replies. "They will never know what hit them"...

Silence, all around... The sound of a bowstring being pulled back. The sharp twang of the string the swoosh of the arrow, and the "Thunk" Of it burying itself in its target. Hook Jumped to His feet and walked towards the Doe he had just shot. His boys would eat well tonight. Hook commanded the small garrison outside of London. It was an easy life, and Hook was privileged to live it. If only he knew what was on the Horizon, just over the treetops. And if He knew what could he do about it? Only time will tell.

The time has come to rise up again, till lambs become lions. We are those lions. Fight well, and live. And if you do not, then for you my friend, its is a time to die.

Ooh, this looks interesting! I'd like to sign up.

I made A sign Up sheet and thanks for the interest!