"RUN!", a young woman, tired from paddling, whose sweat pours down from her flush glowing face screams out run. Without hesitation the two children traveling with her startled by her blood curtailing scream jumped up and out of the boat splashing into the shallow waters of the of gloomy, sandy beach. The boy, 12 years in age who doesn't act like a 12 year old boy rushes to the little girl. He picks her up out of the water and as the young woman instructed, they run. The boy and the little girl stumble into the nearby foggy, wooded area, not knowing where to go or what to do. They obey the single command of the woman that had been watching over them for the last couple of days, and run. The young woman who is tired from paddling, stands up in the wobbly boat. Just as she reaches a full stance the boat shatters into sticks and wooden planks. As she falls into the shallow waters she puts both arms around her waist trying desperately to protect the life she carries inside her precious womb. With her arms protecting her stomach her unguarded face splashes into the water hitting the gravely ground that lays beneath. It was just enough force to tear her cheek open on a jagged rock, but it made no difference to her. She knew her wound was of little importance as she quickly rose to her feet. She would not let her delicate state be her undoing. With that in mind, she musters up all the strength she has and runs. She ran into the woods, not knowing where she was going, but hoping to find the two children that did not belong to her, but that she vowed to care for. They ran hard, forgetting the dangers among them, dodging the obstacles that would impede them. Trailing not far behind was the reason for there spontaneous scurry. Bottles smashing into trees thrown by the indigenous people of the wooded swamp lands; the witches.
     
     This was a perilous time for all mobs in the Overworld. The witches would surely not let common villagers exploit their land, and so they pursued the woman, who bares a bloody scar across her cheek. "Miss Sarah!", the boy calls out, not knowing if she can hear him, but hoping she can. He scans the area with hopes that she will come charging out of the fog. The little girl, whose pig tails are caked in mud from her frequent slips and falls, shivers and clutches the boys hand tightly. Over in the distance the little girl spots a light. This light was different from that of the sun. She glances harder and see something odd. "come on!, this way", she cries and pulls the away from the 12 year old boy, who doesn't act 12.
     
     The witches call for there hounds, the putrid slimes. They spread out hoping to find the woman and her children. The woman tip-toes around the mushrooms that blanket the ground, trying to avoid making any and every sound possible. Her stomach begins to hurt, still she continues to tip-toe as rapidly as she can without making a single sound. She stops to lean upon a large oak tree, trying to catch her breath. Suddenly she hears the sound of a stick breaking. As she turns to look in the direction the sound came from, glass shatters just above her head. " I got her!", a male witch yells out. Her reaction took hold like a bolt of lightning and she burst into a sold sprint. Within seconds the tribe of witches gave chase.
   
     The Boy, full of sweat and now alone, headed back into the woodland area where he and the little girl just recently emerged from. Then suddenly, over in the distance, he saw the woman he knew as Sarah, stumbling, wheezing, and reaching out for him. He ran toward her with haste. Just before he reached her, he saw the danger they had be running from all along. He grabbed her arm and pulled it over him and together they ran.
   
     Sarah and the boy scurried to an open field where a single church laid surrounded by grassland. Bottles of harming exploded near their feet as they rushed to the old, dormant building. Both the boy and Sarah were out of breath and energy. Sarah felt the tension in her legs, and the pain in her stomach intensified. Then she felt it happen; her knees had given way. "go, just go! I cant anymore" she said. " Come on, we are almost there", the boy shouted. In his frustration he caught sight of another figure. The figure was draped in a robe as red as the dreaded Nether. The figure marched toward them and on the other side the witches gathered with their slimes plopping about. They were trapped in between. Even then the boy pulled Sarah's arm, trying to lift her from the ground where she knelt in defeat. The boy could hear the clinking of metal and saw a lantern on the end of a long chain drop from the sleeve of the figure cloaked in red. The Hooded man held the lantern in the air. It glowed a mystic violet light and the rocks on the ground began to shake. The witch horde shielded their eyes and began to draw back. The boy let go of Sarah and stood straight, staring at the witch horde who began to retreat. Never had he ever seen such a thing happen. Before the boy could question what he just witnessed the flash of mystic violet light was over, and the hooded figure put down the lantern. Sarah looked up at the boy. She asked "where is she?" Before the boy could answer the man in the red robe said " the little girl is safe. She's in the church, where you will also be safe". Sarah was grateful for the mysterious man having saved them, but her feelings of trust were not yet established. "bring her to me please" Sarah said. "She's safe in the church" the man repeated. "We'll take our chances" she reluctantly replied. The hooded man looked at her wondering, pondering. "you will all die out here. My home is safe, you can stay at least until morning." Sarah's apprehension was clear. She was not prepared to seek shelter from a stranger, even if he did save her life. Suddenly the doors to the old church flew open and out came the pretty little girl with the mud soaked pig tails and the wet dress with pretty pink bows. The little girl saw miss Sarah, the boy, and the hooded man standing in the field and rushed over to join them. Despite all the anomalies that led her to this point, she seemed quite upbeat. "why did the witches stop?" the boy asked. " I told you, this is a safe place" the man replied. As the little girl finally reunited with her party the man in the dark red cloak began to make his way toward the church. Sarah saw the look on the little girls face. It was filled with content, which is just what she needed to make a decision. "where are we? what is this place?" she yelled to the hooded man. The man in the red hood stopped and looked toward the sky. He shut his eyes and inhaled the wet, cool air and said " this is Windermere".

  Hello there Noobstown Staff, my IGN is Hexidecima and I had an idea that may help towny work a little more efficiently. Of course I will completely understand if this idea is rejected for any reason, and no explanation is needed. After all, it is you who runs the server not I. Furthermore I will do my best to explain this idea and use examples to my best ability. Please Bare with me, I am not coding savy at all.

     I live in the beautiful town of Windermere. We have a hard-working staff and often times we help each other out on various builds in town. However things become quite difficult when one of us place a chest or a hopper(a lock type item) and later another staff member from town has to move/remove it. These types of items have locks and owners. Now access to these items can be shared by using the /cmodify [IGN] command. In addition these items can also be modified by those who do not own the item; the owner must input the command /cmodify @[IGN] to enable another player to modify that item. However, any player added to that item with the /cmodify [IGN] or /cmodify @[IGN] cannot destroy the item itself. So, if my fellow staff place a sign, I or other staff must wait until that staff member who placed it logs back on to move it. I understand that this is put into effect for anti-grief purposes. However, I believe anyone who has the knowledge and will to do a /cmodify @[IGN] surely understands what they are doing. after all it is not a command that one would serendipitously stumble upon; it is quite specific. I was wondering if perhaps the /cmodify @[IGN] could include the destruction/removal or the item itself. Once again I understand this is a grief protection, but anyone who is using the /cmodify @[IGN] one any item despite its rarity and value is clearly not worried about those they give  access to.

     In conclusion I am asking if the /cmodify @[IGN] will give an added admin the right to destroy/remove the placed item, even if it is placed by another player. If for any reason this is not possible, I would hope that at least a new command can be put it that would allow a similar effect. This is for the purpose of making it easier for staff in a town to work together at different times if possible. Thank you for your consideration.