Round Robin - Eastern Project

Alex 43 · **Posted:** June 29th, 2007, 9:54 pm

Majiya can not, in any way, be used to revive what has completely died. There simply can not be enough majiya in one place that can do this. Any seemingly successful attempt at compressing majiya to such a stage would distort the reality of majiya and ultimately lead to a second "Big Bang", wiping out everything in existence.

Nevertheless, it's impossible to even attempt this unless every living creature in the universe was a fountain and attempted it at the exact same time.

OOC: Fixed. Sorry about that, Jason.

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PAST EVENT - THE NIGHT AT THE JOLLY BOAR INN BEFORE ALL SET OUT
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"The first method to kill Psychosis ... well, not just that. Killing literally ANYTHING, is by the Third Eye." said Dex.

I blinked.

"The Third Eye?" I asked, "Is that a majiya technique or something?"

"It's a sword." explained Dex, "A sword based off of light and dark majiya. It takes its existence by the constant conflicting of both majiyas that don't neutralize, but instead wrap around itself constantly and at lightning-fast speeds. Any sort of majiya caught in the field would instantly neutralize."

I tried to picture it in my mind. A series of light and dark stimulated air particles blending together to form a sword that was not gray, but not black and white either. The real thing was probably something completely different, but I visualized these things to help convince myself that they can exist. If I can't visualize them, then I can't believe they are real. Simple as that.

"It was created in early civilization to combat restless majiya spirits. People would pass away and become them, thirsty for majiya and a host, but at the same time would plan ahead and gather with other such victims. They then formed a large cult call the Lifeless Projectors and attacked the living, spreading the resolve that living is for losers and that the path of spirithood and immortality was the way to go. I'll spare you the details, but there was no way for anyone to combat these, as they were already "dead".

Until, however, the Third Eye was discovered by a pair of psychedelic brothers, light and dark based, who devoted their lives to experimenting with contact majiya techniques. The Third Eye was discovered by pure accident. So accidental, in fact, that in a state of shock of creating this amazing power, they completely lost control of it.

Wiped half the planet out with it."

"That doesn't make sense." I said, "How did they know it was really a sword then?"

"That was merely the first case." replied Dex, "The remainer of the civilization got concerned. Half the planet, just dying without reason. Suspicious, no? They HAD to look into it. It wasn't long before the house of these brothers was discovered, and their diarys read.

The basis of the Third Eye was put into one of the diaries. Not very specific, but there was a clue to its existence. They researched and developed a number of similar techniques to the Third Eye, but none could actually recreate it.

Then came the startling discovery of the Spapper. It gathered the remainder of the rebellious spirits and decided to conquer the world. With it leading them, life as we knew it didn't stand a chance. Just as soon as everyone thought that they were all going to die ...

The Third Eye was recreated.

This one was far more controlled, and involved the constant concentration of nearly 700 level 4 controllers just to exist. They unleashed the Third Eye upon the spirits, killing them merely by pointing it in their general direction. They determined it was a sword by its appearance, which I can't exactly describe in detail to you right now.

Using it, they fought against the Spapper and wiped it out of existence. However, just being able to use it for as long as they did, all 700 of the controllers died from its neutralization. Once the last controller passed, the majiya in the sword neutralized and it ceased to exist once again."

Once again, I imagined all this taking place as he told the story. I've always been told that being able to visualize something whenever a story is told means that not only do you have a creative and flexible mind, but the story-teller is very good at telling them.

"How long did the Third Eye last?" I asked.

"About 4 minutes." was the almost unexpected reply, "But it was fortunately long enough."

Not that I was bored of it, but I was beginning to feel tired and wanted all that has to have been said to be said.

"Ok, enough history." I said, "Tell me more about the Third Eye."

Dex looked at me curiously.

"You aren't actually thinking we could recreate it?" he asked, surprised.

"Why not?" I asked, "I thought you almost recreated it once."

"The Third Eye," explained Dex, "Kills whoever creates it. If I HAD created it, I wouldn't be here."

He paused.

"... and neither would Psychosis ..."

"Why were you trying to create it?" I asked, "If you knew it was going to kill you-"

"Better it kill US." corrected Dex, almost at a shout, "Then Psychosis kill me regardless as well as everything else he decides doesn't deserve to live. Either way, my destiny is to die either by Psychosis or by killing Psychosis."

With that, he sighed and lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a bit of a sombre mood. It grew quiet once again.

It was difficult to believe. Someone who knew that he was going to die, even after all the work he put into discovering it, willingly going to do so. There had to be some way to save Dex. All the information about majiya that he had collected his whole lifetime, or so he said, would've gone to good use.

"I should never have told you uys about majiya." said Dex, "I should have just said it was all a dark type of magic and left it off with that. Why was I so stupid?"

"It's OK." I assured him, "It's not your fault. We were curious to the matter, that's all. Besides, if you hadn't told us, you wouldn't have discovered you are a fountain."

Dex rolled over to face me, "Yeah, that's true."

"Things happen because that's what fate is." I said, "All levels of controllers are subjected to it, not just the level ones. Maybe some more then others, of course, but ultimately, you have to admit ..."

Another pause.

"Yeah." he finally replied, "You're right. I guess I don't PERFECTLY have it all down."

"Anyways, if it will help, tell me about the Third Eye a bit more." I offered.

He sat up again, leaving the sombre mood behind as though he never phased into it. It was almost funny to witness.

The Third Eye is a majiya-based sword that is created by the constant conflict of light and dark majiya. That being said, it requires at least two people to create it. The majiya spins around itself, trying to contact and neutralize, but it never happens. It's just like how this planet orbits the sun but never gets pulled into it.

Upon its creation, the majiya in its radius, which is dependent on its size and strength, is caught into the vortex of extremely fast-moving majiya, bombarded by the opposite type so much that it neutralizes it. It is also said to separate neutralized majiya to add to itself, leaving the center to be a vast nothingness. A black hole, sucking all existence into it. Energy, majiya, matter, whatever.

The creators are in no way protected from it, and in all cases, they die upon its creation. Without the creators to control it, it fades into nothingness a nanosecond after it's created. However, in some cases, it could lose control in such a way that the majiya would constantly build up speed and strength that it would expand to gargantuan sizes, neutralizing everything in its field, before finally making contact with itself and neutralizing. Whether this happens or not is entirely random.

"And I am trying to figure out an immunity for the host." finished Dex, "So I could not only create it, but also wield it. Something no one has ever done before."

"I think I see now." I said, "But now that you found out you're a fountain, you could just pour dark majiya into it to keep-"

"No, it's always neutral." said Dex, "Except not actually neutralized. Even if I pumped a lot of dark majiya into it while light majiya was being drained, it would still retain its neutrality by either compressing it into the center, to which it is forced into a particle so small that it seemingly doesn't exist but is released in an explosion of force once the Third Eye vanishes, or rejecting it altogether."

"It's sort of like a super-powerful majiya magnet then." I concluded.

"In a sense." replied Dex.

"Can't they use it from outside the radius?" I asked hopefully.

"Again, the controllers would have to be close enough to pump majiya into it to control it and make sure it doesn't vanish or go out of control, again by constant adding or taking of majiya on both their parts, and that usually means that they would HAVE to be in the radius of the Third Eye, meaning they would die. This applies even to the creating of it." was the hopelessly disappointing reply.

"So, the Third Eye is only a last resort then." I said.

"... what do you mean?" asked Dex.

"Well, you did say there was a second way to kill him." I said, recalling it from about an hour ago.

"Yeah, there is, but it's even more impossible, though not as life-threatening save for whether Psychosis decides to kill you on the spot as you attempt it." he replied.

"I would like to know it regardless." I said.

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SOUTH OF NEW RELEKKA - JUST OUTSIDE THE CITY GATES
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"Hey, Dex?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Whatever happens ... during the invasion, during the fight with Psychosis, whether or not you attempt the Third Eye again with someone like Kas'haran" I said, "... I'm behind you all the way."

"Thanks." he replied, "... I guess this is what it's like to have friends dedicated to your cause."

Adbot · **Posted:** June 29th, 2007, 9:54 pm

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** July 8th, 2007, 9:51 am

Sorry for not posting for a few days, got busy with desert treasure.

The Troll ruler told his guards too stay put.

"So what's yous humans want with da trolls? Yous been lucky wes hasn't attacked your little town."

"What do you-" Said Momsrascal coming out of the hallway, Elsie behind her. Michael had stopped Momsrascal from finishing her sentence.

"Its not worth telling them they couldn't destroy burthorpe if they tried, they'd only get angry and fight us." Michael whispered to her

"We need the troll's help in a war, a war that might mean life or death to the whole world." He said to the troll ruler.

"So's whats that got to do wit da trolls? We help each otha only and we's kill yous humans." Replied the ruler

"If we don't win this war everyone and thing in Gielinor will fall subject to the easterners, life for everything will be slavery."

"And who's 'we'?" said the ruler

"The Resistence army, is what we're gathering. Its the remaining members of the mastery and every kingdom willing to have a chance to live."

"And what would us trolls get back in return?"

"Your life..." Said Momsrascal somewhat annoyed at the stubbornness of the troll.

"What?" replied the ruler

"Oh nothing..." she said

"It would be in your best interest to join us, you wouldn't want your people rebelling and complaining when the easterners invade." said Michael

"How do we knows yous humans won't invade our stronghold while we're away?"

"Because we'll be busy fighting the easterners also." Said Michael turning around and pointing his hand at a troll trying to sneak up behind him. It was instantly a statue. "I could have you dead right now if I wanted your stronghold, I'll release him if you join us."

After hours of negotiation Michael and the Troll Ruler finally made an agreement.

"Hows will da trolls get over to da ghostlys land so quickly?" Asked the ruler

"You trolls have good endurance and can move overland for days without stopping, if any humans give you a problem show them the treaty we made." Said Michael

"So will you let us walk out of here safely? Or do we have to fight our way out?" Asked Momsrascal

"Grak-lurd tell the guards to let da humans out, then bring da generals in here." Said the ruler to a troll who locked like he was probly a general also.

Elsie had fallen asleep a few hours ago, so Michael picked her up and the three of them walked out of the troll stronghold and safely got back to burthorpe without a problem.

"We've gone to everywhere we're supposed to, let's head to the camp on the eastern shore."

They teleported to Varrock and then went to the staging camp with the Varrockian army.

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** July 8th, 2007, 4:53 pm

It was rather easy to gather thier forces. Momsrascal got the white knights on thier side easily since everybody knew her there. Michael got the trolls on thier side with his negotiating skills.

Varrock staging camp
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Elise was awake now and was practicing some alchemy spells. Momsrascal seemed to sense something. Her ears were perked up and her tail was straight up. "What's wrong?" Elise asked Momsrascal. She didn't seem to hear Elise at first "A rival..." Momsrascal replied after a few seconds. "Huh?" Elise asked in a curious tone. Momsrascal was right about what she had sensed. Dark Rascal was there with black knights she had gathered. "Well, I guessed I would have expected you to be here." Dark Rascal said. Momsrascal's cat jumped out of her pack and hissed at Dark Rascal. "Calm yourself, furball." Dark Rascal said. Momsrascal picked up the cat. "Don't talk to him like that!" Momsrascal said in a stern tone. "Your not the boss of me." Dark Rascal said. A ball of fire flew between them. "Stop it!" Elise yelled as she cast a fire strike to break them up. "Who's the kid?" Dark Rascal asked. "That's..." Momsrascal started saying. "Elise. My name is Elise." Elise said. Finishing her sentence. "Nice name I guess." Dark Rascal said even though she really didn't seem to care. Momsrascal went about her own business and so did Dark Rascal. "So you know her?" Elise asked. "Yeah. She's my evil alter ego, rival. What ever you want to call her." Momsrascal replied.

Karl 67 · **Posted:** July 8th, 2007, 6:21 pm

The fleet set themselves up in a way so that when they are needed, One line launches and sends their volley against the invaders once they come in range. Then the next line, and then the next, and then the line after that. four waves of 200 attacks altogether and then they improvised their next plans.

The dragons are on ground to start a firewall and then join the glider fleet once the fourth volley is sent.

This plan was shown to the rest, they voted it's as good a plan as any, and then ran off randomly to make preparations.

"It would take a day for the people at Canifis to join us, we'll need to do as much as we can so they can help us prepare more." Valence confirmed, checking through a Mastery map made using one of the Wanderer's Runes Maeteru made.

Karl 67 watched into the sky, then he turned towards Valence.

"How long until the Transport gliders arrive?"

Valence zoomed the map in on a huge airbourne machine. It was not even a glider, what with all the balloons helping to hold it up. Huge leather-strewn wings were the only thing "glider-like" about them. Little moving figures were running around, inspecting every little piece of wood the glider is made from.

"... Four hours. The guys at Canifis will have a sight to see when the Glider flies above their heads."

"How's out rune supply?" Valence continued.

"Enough runes for me to pull down three of their capital ships using the Claws."

"That's not much, compared to the fleet, but their Capital Ships are the biggest they have there... It may as well make a noticeable difference. You'd best be charging them for later."

"If Crateous was carrying the other rune crates instead of my own, I'd probably take down ten or so. He's quite a glutton for rune energy, eh?"

"Impossible for him to diet, since there's no need for that."

Karl 67 looked at his hand. Before Psychosis attacked the group the second time they invaded the Easterner HQ. An easterner somehow managed to permanently damage the leather carapace that protected his inner plating. It was all torn and stitched together with makeshift thread.

He looked towards the eastern horizon and sat on one of the rune crated. Will they have enough time?

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** July 11th, 2007, 6:02 pm

Dark Rascal stood alone. She stared off into the horizon. She was left alone with her thoughts. No one bothered to talk to her because she would always clutch her hand around her sword when anyone approached. She thought about herself and everything that's going on. "Another war that threatens Zamorak... And another war I must fight in to protect Zamorkian pride. I know my purpose was to destroy Momsrascal but it seems there was more to my service to Zamorak. Is this my fate?" Dark Rascal pondered to herself. An other voice entered her head. "Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't." It was Zamorak's voice. "If you won't give a straight answer, don't reply. It's weird knowing there's some one else in your head." Dark Rascal thought back. Zamorak chuckled a bit. "In reality we share the same mind." Zamorak said. Some one wearing a holy amulet came too close to her. She put her hand on her sword as a warning to step away. He didn't quite get it. She drew her sword and pointed it at him. "Go away." Dark rascal threatened. Dark Rascal was in a sense allergic to holy items such as holy amulets, sarodomin prayer books, sarodomin armour. These objects burned her. Momsrascal saw what Dark Rascal did and ran over. She drew her swords. "There is no reason for that! All you had to do was tell him to go away." Momsrascal said in a stern tone. "Don't start lecturing me!" Dark Rascal barked at her. "We don't need to be fighting right now. So just seathe your sword." Momsrascal said. "I'd love to be the one to finish you off. I don't care where we are! No one here would care if you died! Not even your grandpa would have cared... You think he's proud of you just because you avenged him? Not at all..." Dark Rascal said the words emotionessly. Momsrascal's blood boiled. "You're wrong..." Momsrascal said. "Excuse me?" Dark Rascal asked. "You're wrong!" Momsrascal shouted. "We'll just see about that!" Dark Rascal said as she ran at her with her 2h. Every one was staring at them. She reached Momsrascal and slammed it down. The sword began to glow a dim red. Momsrascal brought up her rune long swords to block it. The power of the blow almost knocked her down. A white light engulfed them as thier swords collided. Elise and Michael couldn't see them. "I'm worried." Elise said. Michael couldn't do anything to stop them. Momrsacal looked at her swords. They seemed to be breaking! "Oh no!" Momsrascal thought. Suddenly her grandpa's voice came into her head. "Momsrascal..." her grandpa said. "Grandpa?" Momsrascal asked. " I thought you would need some help so here it is!" The voice trailed off for amount. The swords began to change. The handles were crystal and the sarodomin symbol was carved in them. The blades became stronger and more resistant to the blow. A faint blue light began to show in the white light. "What is that?" Elise asked. "I... Don't know." Michael replied. The voice returned. "By the way. I'm very proud of you..." The voice left and the light faded. Dark Rascal was pushed back a few feet but didn't fall. "Her swords! thier diffrent!" Elise shouted. Michael couldn't believe it. Momsrascal ran at Dark Rascal. She doged to 2 hander and slashed at her chest. The wounds were burnt and Dark Rascal fell to the ground. "Holy swords!? I hate you! " Dark Rascal yelled. Zamorak appeared. He healed her wounds. "Your not going to try that again, are you?" Zamorak asked. "No..." Dark Rascal replied. Dark Rascal ran off to be by herself.

Here is a hand drawn photo of Dark Rascal's sword. It's made of dragon metal and lined with a thin but sharp lining of obsidian. It can absorb her enemy's willpower and turn it into raw power to make her attacks more devastating or she can release that power into herself to heal herself.
(ignore the erase marks)

Karl 67 · **Posted:** July 12th, 2007, 6:06 pm

"Sir, the interceptor ships are on the horizon. Shall we attack?"

Karl 67 checked Valence's Mastery Map. The interceptors were going faster than seemingly possible.

"If they have their way, they'll be all over us before even the Transport Glider gets here. Prepare the fleet..." Karl 67 stood, staring into the map. "Somethin's not right... Valence! Zoom in right there!" His hand snapped towards a point behind one of the interceptors. Valence obeyed and zoomed in towards the interceptor.

"Oh dear Guthix... We've got a problem."

The Fleet was ready to launch, so were the dragons.

"Guys, The most unexpected thing is happening!" Karl 67 shouted to everyone else. "The monstrosity itself is with the starting fleet!"

Everyone looked to Karl as if he had a plan on taking on the beast. Their morale didn't swagger, however. These were Gnomish pilots, and seemed overjoyed to be taking on a seemingly impossible opponent.

They launched anyways. The dragons were a little hesitant, but launched as well. The King Black Dragon stayed put to wait for the rest of the Dragon brethren to join them in combat.

The gliders opened up and spewed bolts all over the ships, all of which covered in flammable materials and gooey liquids. They soared overhead to u-turn and fire the second volley. Psychosis leaped into the sky, nightmarish wings unfurled and smashing wind towards the sea. In all four of his hands were menacing blades of hyper-compressed energy of unknown power.

It swung all four blades and cleaved through the ranks of the Gliders as they attempted to pound the thing back to where it leaped from under the combined weight of the bolts. Psychosis didn't falter, so the gliders split up randomly and swarmed the sky like fruit flies collecting dust from the air. The enemy glider fleet joined the mayhem and the interceptors prepared cannons to shoot up in the sky. The Dragons sprayed their sparks and flames onto the interceptors and laughed heartily as they burned to the depths. They then proceeded to flambe' whatever enemy they could get their breath on. The energy blades of the death machine vaporized dragons upon cleavage. The Easterners had the upper hand mainly because of Psychosis.

Karl 67 snapped his fingers and rubbed the Mastery Amulet that appeared around his neck.

"Alex 43?" He asked.

"Hey Karl, what's up?" The adamantite warrior on the other end replied."

"Get Dex over here now... IT got here early."

Adbot · **Posted:** July 12th, 2007, 6:06 pm

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** July 12th, 2007, 7:02 pm

Momsrascal thought about the recent incident. "Momsrascal? Are you all right?" Elise asked. "How did she know about my grandfather!? He was killed before she was even created!" Momsrascal said almost to herself as if she didn't hear Elise. "I did hear her mention something about your grandfather. What happened to him?" Elise asked. "Well I was twelve when it happened. You see, My grandfather was the one who raised me. My mother died of an illness and dad left. So the only one left was grandpa. When I came home early from school one day I found him murdered. My father killed him..." Momsrascal explained. Her voice almost grew a little dark at sad at the same time on that least sentence. "What?" Elise said in disbelief. "My father worked for the black knights... He left just so he could continue his career. Granpa was working for the white knights and he had some important documents. So he killed him and searched the house. He never found them. My father didn't care one bit for me or the rest of my family. He betrayed us all. So I killed him and avenged my grandpa." Momsrascal said. "Wow." Elise said. "It was those easterners that killed my mother. The sooner we kill Psychosis, The sooner I can avenge her..." Elise said to herself. "Vengance... I never thought such a young girl knew about such feelings... But then again you're quite intelligent." Momsrascal said. Elise just simply looked out over the horizon. "She's like me when I was 12. She's rather mature for her age. Then again it looks like she didn't have too much of a childhood." Momsrascal thought.

Alex 43 · **Posted:** July 13th, 2007, 9:14 am

There are 5 different forms of true majiya based techniques: Strike, Shield, Spawn, Self, and Soul. Each of them unique in their own difficulty and forms. It is said that no two of these techniques are alike, as no majiya controller (or ANY living creature, in that manner) is alike in every way.

The Strike majiya technique is mainly for direct aggression. It can be used to kill, stun, maim, toy around, or even heal an opponent. In any case, it mainly involves majiya being channeled from one controller to his opponent or, soon to be, victim.

The Shield majiya technique is a guard against majiya, energy, and anything in between. It involves a heavily condensed majiya placed in the airspace in front of the controller to guard them from anything coming at them in that direction.

The Spawn majiya technique is mainly teleportation or transfiguration on other beings. Their majiya content is manipulated in such a way that their physical mass is directly intertwined with the molding, causing the desired changes. This is usually used to move one existence to another area, but if a controller is experienced enough, it could even remake the material composition of the target. Example, the controller could turn a rock into a gold bar, then to food, eat it, digest and extract it, turn it into a gold bar again, and then back to a rock, though not necessarily in that order. This is rarely done, however, to other living beings, because not only must their majiya content be lesser then the controller, but unless the controller concentrates "perfectly", it could unintentionally kill or badly damage the target. 99.9% of the time, this is the case.

The Self majiya technique is just like the Spawn, except it's done on the controller rather then a target. It's far easier then transfiguration Spawn techniques, but still incredibly difficult. One MUST be level 4 or greater to accomplish this.

Finally, the Soul technique. The riskiest of them all. A high level controller can manually project his mortal consciousness into another's while leaving his own body in a directly controlled majiya stasis. This can only be maintained in a small area, however, for the controller to maintain his body in that state. Should he be dragged out of the bodies range, the body would shut down and the controller would inevitably die.

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NEW RELEKKA
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"Get Dex over here now... IT got here early."

"Roger that."

Dex looked at me curiously. To ensure secrecy, the amulets worked in such a sense that nobody but the wearer could hear what is being spoken through it. He did not hear what I said, but just looking at me told me that I had just heard something incredible urgent and out of pure curiosity, he sought the information regarding it.

I looked up to the other two looking at me curiously.

"Sorry guys, but Dex and I are needed on the battlefield. Apparently, Psychosis couldn't wait for a debut."

"He's attacking? Already?!?" asked Dex.

"We'll join you with reinforcements as soon as we can." assured Tom, "You hurry and run over there."

Dex forced a laugh.

"Ha! RUN? You're forgetting what majiya is capable of!" he said matter-of-factly.

A quick snapping of his fingers and a circular barrier of distorted air floated in front of us, offering to revert our physical and mental majiya states towards a location several miles away. It made me feel uneasy, thinking that I'd have to experience that sensation a third time.

"You go on ahead." said Dex, "I'll be right there shortly after you."

I hesitated, "Um ... ok, then."

Summoning every ounce of bravery, I plunged myself into the portal like I would jump in a cold lake without getting used to the water first.

It didn't really feel much different.

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MORYTANIA COASTLINE - ALLIED DEFENSE POST
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After an eternity of watching the same spiraling range of colors flow around without a care for the world, they vanished and focused into a battlefield. It looked still quite fresh. There were hardly an bodies, nearly every vantage point was occupied, and there weren't very many projectiles lodged in nearby walls.

However, I knew that we were in some serious trouble.

Psychosis. I thought he just looked scary. Watching him fight plunged me into 10 times the state. He shot around at speeds too fast to follow, appearing to the naked eye only to attack something that unwillingly got close to it. A tough looking black dragon blasted a wave of fire towards him, but it enveloped him without any effect. The creature then leapt at the dragon and brought one of its swords down against it's-

NO! THOUGH it's hide! It literally cleaved that dragon in two, and darted off again, leaving me to watch the two sickening half-dragons fall lifelessly to the ground with the same expresion of fear on both half-faces.

I thought I was going to faint if it wasn't for the voice.

"Hey, you OK buddy? You don't look too good."

It was a grown man's voice, but at the same time he didn't sound a day over 15. A quick distinct echo trailed it, giving the impression I was hearing it in a drunken state. I heard a tone of curiosity. Innocence. maybe a little mischief.

At the same time, the voice was bold and proud. One who spoke with true confidence in his wisdom and ability. It was the essence of power alone in that mere sentence. Quickly recovering from this new sensation, I turned around to face the speaker.

The man only stood 4 and a half feet tall, hardly taller then Dex. He wore a full black body suit, with tight black shoes and black gloves covering every bit of pale white skin minus his head. On his head covering his slick medium-lengthen black hair, he wore a black cap almost covering his eyes when I looked down at him. The only things he wore that wasn't black was a yellow belt and matching yellow bracelets, all so tight that they looked like they were actually part of his body.

It made me wonder how he actually fought in such a tight suit.

Despite his size, I was actually looking up at him. He was sitting atop one of the battlements, gazing longingly towards the sky. His emerald green eyes never once came off of Psychosis.

"You'd better keep your wits about you. You'll need every bit of them." he said, his voice projecting loudly. I thought for a moment that the entire battlefield could hear him, because it seemed to silence out the shouts and sounds of war.

"Yeah. Sorry. ... thanks." I managed to say as I recovered myself. Ok, so he could cut a dragon in half. Big deal. There's a million of us and one of it. One of us will be able to take him down. PLUS, WE HAVE THIS GUY IN BLACK! WE CAN'T LOSE! ... woah, why did I just think that?

"I said for you to gather your wits, Alex 43." said the man, holding back a chuckle, "Not to get overconfident altogether. Though I'm flattered you think you can't lose because you have me, I don't want to be solely relied upon."

I stared at him. How did he know that? Could he read minds?

"Yes, I can." he replied, smiling. Apparently, all I was doing was amusing him with my confusion and curiosity.

Psychosis shot towards another dragon, a pale blue one, and proceeded to carve it into individual slices.

"Oh dear. That's a bummer." said the man aloud, shaking his head at the sight, "That one had a mate and 5 offspring. They won't be too pleased with that. Fortunately, he died upon the first slice, so he suffered no pain while he perished. That's how it should always be."

I was not sure whether to ask for an explanation or slug this guy. One of our warriors was turned into sliced dragon and he hardly cared?!?

I finally decided to start things simple.

"What's with you?" I asked.

He turned his head quickly and looked straight at me as though I asked what color the sky was.

"Nothing. Just watching life take its course and attempt to allow itself to survive." he replied, without changing his tone of voice.

I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"WHO the heck ARE you?" I blurted out.

He hardly budged. In fact, he once against casually looked up into the sky in time to see a gnome hang-glider get disassembled into each individual part in less then a second, gnome included, by the nightmare.

"Disappointing." he muttered to himself a few times, and then, "My name is Knifeslasher."

"That's a strange name." I said, momentarily forgetting we were in a war.

"It's a cursed name." he replied, "I was accused for mass murder in my clan. With a knife. Imagine, someone my age offing dozens of far more experienced warriors? Absurd."

His head moved correspondingly, but he didn't portray emotions. Looked pretty cool, actually.

"But they decided I was the killer and the one I was standing overtop of with a knife which almost went into me was an innocent bystander, so they forced my name into Knifeslasher and banished me."

He shrugged. Another aerial ally died inhumanely.

"Doesn't matter. Never liked my old name anyways." he concluded with a smile.

"Hey. Who are you talking to?"

I turned. Gia had jogged across the field the minute he saw me. His footsteps gradually got louder on the hardened mossy ground until the large hulking frame of an undersized white dragon towered next to me.

"Hey Gia." I said, pointing towards Knifeslasher, "I was just talking to this-"

Knifeslasher was gone. Vanished. Didn't even see him go out of the corner of my eye.

"Um ... he was there. Didn't you see?" I asked.

"I saw you talking to that defense post. Have you gone mad or something?" asked Gia.

"No. There was a ... I mean, I saw ..." I stuttered. Geez, I wasn't having a good day.

"Never mind." I said. I must've just dreamed it.

But that man. That thing. Knifeslasher. Was that really an illusion? Or a dream?

His words "Keep your wits about you" echoed in my mind and I shook off my fear and confusion. We had a battle to win! I couldn't be dreaming at a time like this! If Knifeslasher was just a dream, I know for certain Dex isn't, and he'll take out Psychosis.

Or will he? Where IS he, anyways?

"Look out!" shouted Gia.

Psychosis had spotted us and decided we were going to be his next victims. It charged us with unavoidable speed, all four swords poised in a position raring to slice us in quarters. I drew my spear and held it in an instinctive defensive stance, but there was no dodging this.

*BAM*

It hit something hard and unyielding right in front of me headfirst and bounced off. It appeared dazed for a second, but immediately recovered and looked directly at me.

Did my spear protect me? No, I would've felt it channel energy. But then, I did feel something. A sort of a magnetic pull of my life-force towards where Psychosis collided.

Dark majiya.

"So, Dex. You've joined up with these termites." said Psychosis, slowly turning around. Under all its arms, I saw Dex standing there, his hand outstretched in front as though he was just pointing at something.

Slowly, his hand retracted and he stood in what I guessed to be his battle stance. Both hands were open and above waist level on both sides. His eyes were closed, his head down, his ears back, his tail stiff as a board pointed partially downwards.

He was ticked. Downright ticked.

"You've just got on my bad side, Psychosis." he threatened, his voice dark and serious.

For a minute, the two stood, gazing at each other. Hero and villain, each just itching to try each other out. Psychosis had (fortunately) lost interest in me, and walked slowly towards Dex, who hardly moved in his stance. They probably had a rock or something between them, it was impossible to tell from where Gia and I were.

Then suddenly, without warning, both of them suddenly shot up into the air, and the most spectacular battle I have ever seen before ignited above all of our heads.

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BATTLE IN THE AIR ABOVE THE EASTERN GIELINOR COASTLINE - DEX VS PSYCHOSIS
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THE COASTAL BATTLEFIELD - GIELINOR VS EASTERNERS
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The main thing I couldn't believe was that Dex was FLYING.

Both he and Psychosis blasted each other with arrays of color and shot around with blinding speed, painting the dark sky with a whirlpool of watercolors projected by the majiya in the air around them. Both moved at identical speeds (It was impossible to tell if they were actually "moving" so much as "teleporting"), and it was difficult to tell which was Dex and which was Psychosis. It wasn't impssible, though. Dex was the smaller, more brownish blur while Psychosis was the larger and darker one.

Every time they collided with ech other, there was a bright flash, a loud *BANG*, and an explosion of (obviously majiya based) attacks that shot in every direction, filling the sky with a fresh array of color.

For a moment, I thought the war had stopped because of this display. But then I realized it. Now that Dex was distracting Psychosis, we could actually gain the upper hand against the Easterners without him to worry about.

"BATTLE FORMATIONS!" I shouted, snapping everyone out of the aerial trance. The dragons confidently took to the skies again, but stayed away from the two majiya warriors. Instead, they flew low and straight for the enemy ships, which unfortunately were busy docking with Psychosis merely a distraction against us.

Turned out they weren't watching it at all. The coast was swarmed and our allies were in trouble.

Drawing my spear, I leapt onto Gia and we dashed into battle.

Once again, we faced more then the ordinary soldiers. They were all heavily trained elites without a care whether they live, die, or feel pain. It sort of made me feel pity for them. Still, Psychosis must've been a forceful teacher.

Gia sliced into the fray using his sword like a lance and I thrust my spear into those that ducked. I had stuck my foot into the harness loop so I could use both hands to operate my spear, but I felt it did look rather silly. Let them laugh, though. It'll lower their defense and I'll have at them easily enough.

And so, the battle had begun. With battleships, dragons, and flying colors.

The Battle of the Eastern Project.

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** July 13th, 2007, 12:05 pm

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Mortanian Coastline, Easterner Command ship
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"Yes, i'll bring the dragons out. I know you don't want to have to deal with theirs and that annoying Dex. Alright i'll let you concentrate."

A cloaked man on one of the easterner command ships seemed to be talking with himself.

"We've got the waters right now Captain Karmit." Said the captain of the ship.

"Turn broadside and open fire, you know training, don't worry about hitting our men. I have to attend to the skies." Said the cloaked man who's name was Karmit

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Mortanian coast
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"What is that?" Said a soldier pointing to the skies above the eastern ships.

A black hole with red lightning swirling around it had opened up and white and black things were flying out of it. When the flying creatures started attacking the dragons and gnome gliders the Gielinor army identified them, they were undead dragons. Soon the eastern skies were filled with them, the good dragons could no longer attack the ships, they had to defend themselves.

In the rear of the Gielinor army a large army of elves was approaching, led by Jason, Cratous and the Tirannwn King.

"It started already? It wasn't supposed to start till tomorrow." Said Cratous

"Come Cratous, we must meet up with the others. Lord Yanin, bring your army to the front and then i'll bring you to the rest of the captains." I said

Cratous and I rode forward through the camp and were stopped a few hundred yards before the battlefield.

"We're Prince Jason and Cratous, friends of Alex, Karl, and Michael." I said, I only said Alex Karl and Michael because they were the leaders of their group.

"They're already on the battlefield."

Cratous and I ran to where they were, Michael had found Gia and Alex and was fighting alongside them, he was still in human form. I drew my sword and Cratous readied his weapon as we joined them in the battle.

"We've brought more reinforcements," I said as I lept over one easterner and stabbed another "we need to meet at the tent to disscuss a battle plan, we can't just jump into the fight without a strategy."

A horn blew, many horns blew-I knew that sound! It was the Kailenian horn! A Kailenian Monitor rounded the coast followed by many Frigates. If the Kairlenian Navy could create a blockcade and stop the easterners from getting reinforcements we could create a battle plan.

Alex, Gia, Michael and I made our way back to the tent, Gia and Michael didn't like leaving the battle but we'd be back to it soon enough, and we weren't losing it so they didn't have to have our help then.

As we got to the tent we saw trolls aproaching, they were coming from the wilderness, pushing catapults and ballistas on wheels. The ardougne army was also coming to us from varrock. Our army was forming...

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New Fremminik - Tom and Skyrate
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"Well we had better get the Fremminiks to the battle." Said Skyrate

"I'll go to the Moonclan isle and try to get them while you talk with Brundunt" Said Tom

Brundunt was Brundt grandson, Brundt had died many years ago because of an overdose of beer in a beer drinking contest.

Tom went over to the Lunar isle while Skyrate went in to talk with Brundunt.

"Greetings Brundunt." Said Skyrate

"Hello Nighthawk, what brings you to our lands?" Said Brundunt

"I have a request, we need all the fighting men you can spare."

"Who is 'we', and why do you need such an army?"

"'we' Is the remaining mastery members, myself and my friends, and most of the other kingdoms of Gielinor. We need such an army because at this moment the Mortanian coast is being attacked by an almost innumerable army. The easterners are being led by a nearly invincible foe, who is at this time being battled by a nearly invincible ally of ours."

"There are still Mastery members about? I thought my Great uncle was the last."

"Is he still alive?"

"No, he died three months ago in the night, we felt a deathness go through the town and then in the morning we found him dead."

After I silence Brundunt spoke again "We can provide you with 1,500 fremminiks, its not much compared to what you'll need but we have brave soldiers."

"I know, I trained as one. How soon can you get them ready and over to the eastern coast?" asked Skyrate

"Depends whether or not the Moonclan will join you."

"Tom, one of the remaining mastery members went up there to talk with them."

Right as Skyrate said that Tom walked in.

"The disscussion went fast since they kept reading my thoughts, so very annoying."

"And will they help?" Asked Skyrate

"They have agreed to move the armys but they will not fight." said Tom

"Well that settles it," said Brundunt "we'll get our men together and be over there in...3 Hours?"

"That'll be fine, now we must be off, we will be needed at the battle ASAP."

Skyrate and Tom Started off towards the battle, they both moved across the land surprisingly fast.

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Eastern Coast, Ocean
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"Blast it, they have ships too, I should have expected that." said Karmit

"Have ships 26 through 47 broadside the incoming ships, nothing will live past that." Said the captain of the Easterner command ship

21 Ships lined up broadside to the approaching Kailenian Navy.

"Broadside! All ships turn to the port side, don't go any closer to theirs." Said the captain of the Kailenian Command Ship.

All the Kailenian Frigates turned broadside but not to fire, they were out of distance, they turned because that was the only way to avoid running into an onslaught of cannonballs.

The Kailenian Monitors slowed down and stopped then got ready to fire their Mortars at the Easterner frigates.

"Get a runner ready to go to the Mortanian shore, Celebram and I must speak with the captains of the army." Said Celestina to one of the shipmates.

A runner is a small ship propelled by an ever burning fire, kind of like a jet propelled canoe.

Celestina and Celebram along with 10 Paladins went to the shore and were led to the Strategy tent where they met the others, by this time Skyrate and Tom had reached the tent also.

Yes, that's Karmit, not Kermit the frog. Karmit is an Undead Necromancer.

Karl 67 · **Posted:** July 13th, 2007, 9:24 pm

The Transport Glider landed quickly and unloaded everything Gnome Machine-like and took to the skies immediately after. Tonnes of Gnomes and Gnomish machines and Giant Tortoises littered the battleground, smashing through easterner Ranks with their huge projectiles and crushing them under the two-ton turtles. Gnome Rangers and Mages let fly whatever attacks they has while the warriors protected the weak points of their war advantages. Their swords and axes were hyper-compressed steel, resharpened to the point where it could slash a boulder while barely touching it. Easterners felt sharp pain when the tips of their blades snapped critical points in their nerve systems. Most Easterners that got close died from the shock of their damage. The Ballistas impaled the hulls of the Interceptors before they could land any more troops.

The Kailenian Navy unloaded every stick of ammunition needed to sink the rest. Then the rest of the fleet came a few hours later.

Psychosis and Dex were still fighting, splashing unexplainable energy over Majiya-based shielding with little or no effect anyways.

The Transport Glider took flight towards the rest of the Easterner Fleet. Once in range, All of the projectile weapons fired at once.

The Battle of the two Majiya fighters and the sun were blotted out under the incoming fire.

The Dragons came low, equipped with incredibly large lances. Bolts from the Gnomish Glider diminished Easterner Crew while the Dragons punctured their hulls and set them all ablaze. This was repeated for three other capital ships and fourteen other smaller ships of random classes until the glider ran out of projectiles to crush the fleet with.

Using hyper-compressed magic and intense magic training, beams of energy fired from special ports in the Glider. Ships were cut in half due to the awesome power.

Psychosis took a lightning-fast glance at this turn of events and determined it as problematic. Dex was also trying to keep him away from the battle.

Dex couldn't match Psychosis in his speed though, even with Majiya.

As the ninth beam was being fires, Psychosis blazed one of his energy blades and slammed the blade into the beam, deflecting it right back at the glider. It exploded and combusted. Psychosis then laughed.

Everyone was stunned, even the Easterners, as this laugh was that of the most psychotic being in existence. The laugh pulsed fear into everything that heard it. Even Dex cringed.

Then again, destroying an awesome piece of Gnome mechanics in milliseconds would decrease morales everywhere anyways.

Dex snapped out of the fear-enticed trance and went after Psychosis again. Battle resumes moments later, just without the Glider.

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Karl 67 charged spells for Claws of Guthix while Valence barked coordinates to the gnomes with the artillery as they fired with grim accuracy against the Easterners. The Trolls soon arrived and got everything into position. Valence barked orders to them too. He even summoned some Magma Elementals to keep them from their command post. A Pavilion camp was set up, mainly used for medical purposes. Soldiers of all races were rushed there to bandage wounds and heal and feed. There were already two other camps set up, but this one had the main Command tent where Valence set up a larger, more permanent Mastery Map Spell. Little projectiles filled the entire simulation as everything was killing each other.

Karl 67's new Void Knight mace was vibrating with power as he filled it with more and more runes. He emptied the three rune crates quickly and then fired the spells without hesitation. Three purple orbs shot into the ground and slithered across the ground at blinding speeds, avoiding everything allied and cleaving through the occasional Easterner Soldier. The three energy snakes shot towards three ships. A moment passed, then huge earthly claws shot up from the water and pulled the ships to the depths, tearing apart whatever was conveniently there.

The Void Knight Mace was also vaporized all the way to the hilt. Karl 67 discarded it quickly and had his sword out in case any Easterners got close to the Command Tent.

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Mark Laddison stood on the Dock, watching the battle take place.

"Psychosis has engaged the biggest threat to him and us. Very well." He turned towards the Captain of the last ship, it was wicked huge compared to the rest of the fleet, easily big enough to resist the Claws of Guthix and made in such a way that made it inflammable. It was sluggish, but next to invincible. Psychosis himself built it as well.

"Shall we go?" He asked obediently.

"Lets go. He's got his grudge match, I need to get to mine. and the have their own navy, which partially worries me...

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The rest of the Gielinor Navy from the Mastery War joined the Kailenian Navy in their blockade against the enemy. They were easily outnumbered, but were quick and had the attacks by the Transport Glider and Karl 67's claws spells. They had an advantage, but that wouldn't last for long.

Everyone in Gielinor was there, fighting off the invaders, save for a few races that stood guard in case the Easterners pull off a surprise stunt. Valence even checks the rest of Gielinor quickly in case such a stunt was pulled off.

It was a battle that was hard to determine, but it would be one that could easily dwarf the Mastery War in extremeness.

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** July 15th, 2007, 11:45 am

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Ocean battle, Gielinor Naval Defense
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The Gielinorian Naval defense (Which consisted of 200 Kailenian Frigates, 75 Kailenian Monitors, 300 Tyras Frigates, also there was around 50 Fremminik ships), had beaten back the Eastern Naval forces, except for the huge ship Mark Laddison was on.

That ship had a surprisingly big artilliery at hteir disposal, they were sinking a frigate in one broadside. The Monitor mortars weren't doing much to it either except cracking the masts.

"The dragons are coming! Get the Druids over here!" Said Veldor, captain of the second Kailenian command ship. Fortunately for the Naval Defenses Kailenia also trained Druids, which could repair the ships' hulls or deflect dragon fire - which is what they were going to do now.

There was 25 druids on each frigate and monitor (more or less depending on the size of the ship, each ship had many sizes for obvious tactical reasons). The Undead Dragons came down but didn't breathe fire like the Druids had expected, they breathed poison! Now the crew of every Gielinorian ship was poisoned and failing in health fast, almost faster then the Paladins and Clerics on board could cure them.

"Fall back, retreat the ships nearer the coast!" Yelled Veldor, the man in Veldor's crows nest posted the flag-message.

The Naval defense retreated, they needed the reinforcement of the troll's catapults and ballistas.

Dex and Physcosis were still fighting, all you could see now were blurs of purple and blue, noone could tell what was happening up there.

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Battlefield, Mortanian coast
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Severely injured soldiers were being rushed to the medical tents and slightly injured ones were being bandaged by field doctors. The soldiers were regrouping, they had beaten off what was left of the Easterners infantry, for now...

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Strategy tent, Command post
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Alex, Skyrate, Tom, Gia, Jason, Michael, Cratous, and Momsrascal were in the tent, along with the main Commanders and Kings / Rulers of every kingdom helping.

"That Naval defense gave us a break at just the right time, our men are regrouping on the field now." Said Commander Dulvan of the Varrock army

"The break won't last for long," said Lord Yanin, the King of the Tiranwn elves "Our ships are strong but not strong enough if I know the easterners."

"Let's work on a Strategy," Said Skyrate "Alex, can you move the troop symbols on Valence's map?"

Just then Karl and Valence walked in, battle worn already, Valence looked worse then Karl.

"I can move them," Said Valence "What's the plan?"

Though Karl, Valence and the other captains had made a plan earlier the army was now much larger and had more troops, so the plan had to be rethought to use everyones abilitys to their fullest. It took 30 minutes to create the strategy and another 5 to double check and change a few things. When it was done they were surprised that the Naval Defense had held up for so long.

The strategy was have the black dragon along with the KBD (he had been waiting for the rest of them to come, and now they ha arrived) to create a firewall right as the easterners landed again. Then our infantry would be waiting on the other side. The first row would be shieldsmen, then 10 rows of archers inter-twined with 9 rows of melee fighters. This way the easterners would be charging into an onslaught of arrows and everytime a row of archers fired they would retreat and let the meleers closer.

If only we had some mages...

A fire ball and a lightning bolt hit outside the tent, not harming a thing. We ran outside, most of us-that is all the people who went to the easterner outpost- knew what the explosion was.

"Meateru!" shouted Alex

"Your just in time." Said Tom walking up to them.

"We've brought some company." Said Meateru

Almost simultaneously we were surrounded by hundreds of people in dark purple robes, wielding ancient staves.

"How did you get the followers of Azzannadra to join us?" Asked Skyrate

"It turns out an easterner King by the name of Lathe Legetton helped in the imprisonment of Azzanndra, the mages came for revenge." Explained Meateru

It turned out that there was 500 followers of Azzannadra, all could cast every spell of Azzannadra. This was certainly an expected, but well needed, surprise. With mages like these we could stop the easterners dead cold in their tracks.

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Ocean Battle, Naval Defense after Celebram had teleported aboard with the plan
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He and a Lunar mage teleported throughout the command ships telling them of the plan.

The plan was to retreat close to the shore, give a final volley and then retreat to the sides and let the easterner ships through. While the easterner ships are coming closer to shore the troll will be launching their catapults and ballistas.

Celestina had stayed on shore to freeze the waters from the shore due east, not touching the naval defense but freezing the Easterner ships in place. This would likely drain her for most of the battle but it would make the easterner ships helpless.

By the time they institued the plan there was only 137 Kailenian Frigates, 63 Kailenian Monitors, 214 Tyras Frigates, and 21 Fremminik ships left, most taking out by Mark Laddison's ship.

A surprising amount of sailors had been saved from the poison, the lunar mages were able to cure groups of posioned men quite quickly and the Tyras elves had a good resistance to the poison.

Karl 67 · **Posted:** July 17th, 2007, 6:55 pm

The Capital Ship, dubbed the Anti-Naic, was the single greatest war vessel that everyone of Gielinor has ever seen. It was wicked huge, stupid durable, and god-like amongst every other ship... possibly combined.

One good broadside tore apart two Gielinor Ships at once and heavily damaged three more. Mark Laddison stood on the deck; his sword slung and his armor re-patched. A container of some kind was sitting by his side.

"I can see that Zamorak finished off John permanently... If I knew how to kill ghosts, I would've just done that a long time ago." He thought as the huge battleship turned to unload another broadside against the Tyras cruisers. fourteen of them disappeared under the heavy fire and another hundred heavily damaged. This thing, combined with Psychosis, was a possibly unstoppable force.

But they still had Dex. Without him, they couldn't be able to land a hit on the ship, which they're landing everywhere with little or no effect.

Only a few cracked masts and slightly dented outer plating. Well over half of the actual structures were built vis the walls and materials used to build the actual outposts. Guthix knows how they could've took apart all of the bases and construct the Anti-Naic in but a few days.

Then again, they had tonnes of Eastern soldiers, slaves, and citizens.

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Karl 67 and Valence watched the Anti-Naic tear apart the Navy almost effortlessly. The Eastern Landers are also on their way with even more waves of troops. The Dragons already lit the fires and every soldier part of the plan got into position. The Mages were all stationed on makeshift platforms on the makeshift mountainside facing the shores.

A Huge ballista, brought by a second Transport Glider, was set up on top of the mountain and was starting to get prepared for firing upon the Anti-Naic.

More gnome soldiers unloaded, along with fully-prepared gliders and tortoises. it even decided to take on the Anti-Naic, but it was torn apart by spare cannonfire. Falling gnomes got their hands on crossbows and even fired down upon crewmen whilst they fell to their well-earned deaths.

"Such bloodshed..." Karl 67 muttered. He looked at Valence, who was looking at his map. "What is it?"

"Mark's on that ship."

"What are you saying?"

"He's got a grudge against me. I might as well just challenge him."

"His minions will attack you on sight before you could even get close."

"So you're not joining me then?"

"Me?"

"Yeah. You're agile enough to run on water for a minute or two. You could easily clear that distance before they divert their attention."

Karl 67 looked back at the warship, aided by hundreds of other ships, tearing through the Gielinor Fleet bit by bit.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea." He muttered.

"What's your plan then?" Valence asked, urging Karl to speak on.

"I'll infiltrate the ship, prepare a teleport base, and let you guys fill in. We don't even have one."

Valence tossed Karl 67 a four-legged metal-plated spider-like device. It was meant to be stabbed into the ground or wood or whatever wall/floor-like materials.

"I always kept one handy during the wars. Never had much of a use since it was over. Now we have a use." He laughed.

Karl 67 looked at the Teleport Base. It glowed a slight Mastery-traditional cyan. He then nodded to Valence.

"Consider this thing activated. Just wait ten minutes, and then try it. If that doesn't work, wait another ten minutes..

"Within an hour, Our fleet would most likely be obliterated."

"Which is why I won't fail." He replied. After looking back at the ship, he burst into a powerful sprint; careful not to be noticed.

momsrascal93 · **Posted:** July 18th, 2007, 9:13 am

Momsrascal noticed Karl67 go into a mad dash. She wondered only for a moment what he was up to. She was in position for the next wave of troops. Elise positioned herself with the mages. She would be all right because she was still wearing the ring of life that Momsrascal had given her. Dark Rascal was ready to serve Zamorak by getting into position. She even promised herself that every kill she made would be brutal. She stood next to Momsrascal. "It's been a while since we fought side by side." Momsrascal said to Dark Rascal. "Yeah. I guess it has. But only because first of all, you are not my friend. I have no time for friends when I faithfully serve Zamorak. Second of all, your optimistic outlook and cheerful lifestyle sickens me." Dark Rascal said. "I kinda figured you'd say something like that." Momsrascal said. The two are sworn enemies but when times like these force them to fight in the same battle together, they can come up with some pretty devastating combinations, despite the major diffrences they now have in thier swords. Dark Rascal weilding the powerful Zamorakian 2 hander and Momsrascal weilding her new Sarodomin rune long swords.

Alex 43 · **Posted:** July 18th, 2007, 3:04 pm

The two types of majiya do not require any energy to combine, nor does it require any to be pulled apart. Neutralization is easily performed by blasting a type of majiya by the opposite. However, one cannot simply pull it apart as easily.

If a weakened majiya-based being with little majiya remaining entered an area with a neutralized majiya in the air, but with a content greater then his current status, he would not be able to absorb the majiya from the air to recover its supply. If it tries to balance itself with the air by absorbing the majiya in the air, the opposite type would follow and it would be left with neutral majiya in its system.

This balance would occur automatically. The only thing it would do to the being, however, is lessen the free space of its chosen type of majiya in case it does recover it. A being can only contain so much majiya, and having so much of both types in its system could prove lethal.

Only nature can pull majiya apart. Once majiya is purely neutralized, it stays neutralized forever unless it entered an imbalanced area.

Reason being, the neutralized majiya particles would constantly switch with each other. During the switch, there is a temporary moment where the majiya particles have been pulled away and are not neutral.

It is possible for a being to do this, but once again, the majiya they recieve compared to the majiya they give off is definitely not worth it, unless they're trying to save a friend from death while they have lots of majiya themselves. See "healing by majiya" for more information.

Duration of time unneutralized majiya is not neutral: 0.0000000001 seconds.

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I had been told by Valence that Karl 67 was attempting to place a Teleport Base in the Anti-Naic by running and boarding it un-noticed. I was a bit worried that he was running towards his death, but knowing Karl, who favored his agility over everything else he did, I wasn't too concerned for his well-being.

Even still, something told me he wasn't going to make it without at least "some" resistance.

"Gia," I said, "In your opinion, what's the fastest way to travel?"

"Flying, I suppose." he replied, somewhat confused by this sudden question.

We had done this a few times already - the first time involved me clearing the Falador wall - the second time brought the death to a flying Zaros-made giant serpent in the Early Mastery Battles.

The third time was to get me atop the mast of our own boat in the middle of a storm. Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful, and I met with the edge of the boat before plunging legless into the unforgiving waters.

I'll miss that suit of armor.

"See over there? Just to the left of that large battle-cruiser?" I asked, pointing towards a good vantage point should somebody need to cover a ship with ranged attacks, "I want to be there in as little time as possible."

Gia got the hint.

"You sure you want to do this? Even after the last time-"

"Yes, I'm sure." I replied, "Don't worry, I made sure my leggings won't come off anytime soon."

"Ok. Saradomin protect you." said Gia, and he crouched forward, his tail outstretched behind him. I leapt onto the tip and grabbed on. Then, with a sudden whipping motion, Gia flipped forward while swinging his tail upward with all his strength, but keeping it loose to give it much more speed.

Since I did not have a grip on it, I was expectantly launched at great speeds over the battlefield.

I experienced a high-speed sensation involving passing by all manners of troops and weapons. Many of them stared at me as I passed by, allowing their opponents to get a free hit. Made me feel a bit impressed with myself that I sped up the battle a little, but it also made me feel guilty that I caused death all around me. A few quick-witted Easterners tried to shoot me, but I was too fast for them. I out-flew the arrows, even swatted at one flying alongside me with my spear.

The vantage point, a hill raised by a wrecked ship, came up to me almost too quickly. I struck my spear to the ground and pulled it over, using its elastic action to stop my fall by letting it fold over and letting go to make it twang empty air while I stood safely behind it.

I saw Karl dart over the coast line and literally run on water. I pulled out the thumb of my left hand to reveal a long folded-in crossbow limb and placed it on on my wrist, attaching it to a miniature locking mechanism. Opening a lid on my arm, I revealed my hidden supply of diamond-tipped bolts, enchanted to pierce armor. Pulling one back on my arm crossbow, I took aim and prepared to strike anything posing a threat to Karl's incursion.

If only I knew beforehand what was going to go for him ...

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THE SKY ABOVE THE BATTLEFIELD - DEX VS PSYCHOSIS
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Dex swung his arms back into battle position. He had won that defensive maneuver and brought Psychosis's majiya level down a tad. But he still had a long ways to go before he was able to actually strike Psychosis.

There was a standstill, somewhat covered by the arrays of super-charged air particles shooting around them. Nobody was controlling them, they would neutralize into the air anyways.

Dex focused his gaze on Psychosis. He looked partially distracted for a moment. Was he going to veer off an attack something else again?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw what Psychosis was transfixed on. Somebody, couldn't tell who, was dashing atop the water towards Mark Ladison's boat. the disruption of majiya in his hand could only mean he had a pre-made teleportation anchor.

"Don't you dare think it." shouted Dex, "Your battle is with ME, not them!"

"Don't you worry." sneered Psychosis, "This will only take a second."

Dex's heart stopped. Psychosis went for a straight dive towards the runner, whom he had just identified as Karl 67.

"Wouldn't have been like this had we been in our dimension." he mumbled to himself, and with a twirl of paper-like majiya peelings, he vanished in mid-air.

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OCEAN COASTLINE
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I saw Psychosis diving towards Karl and fired towards it. It swatted the bolt away like it was nothing and flew right past me, ignoring me completely. I twirled my spear and shot a Saradomin strike, but that too bounced off it without so much as scratching its armor.

I couldn't risk a Pureblade. not this early in the war. All I could do now was snipe other threats and hope Karl could make it before Psychosis.

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Karl sprinted like he never sprinted before. His legs desired less intensity, but he wasn't about to obey them. They just had to know to keep working this hard, for the creature known as Psychosis was closing in on him.

It had lowered to the level where the water parted underneath as he flew towards Karl. Its eyes showed glowing bloodlust and the thirst for death and torment; its mouth and exposed teeth clashed menacingly desiring flesh and soul to be caught in between. All four arms held large swords that look like they were leaking flaming blood, but at the same time didn't look like they weighed a thing.

Karl swung his sword behind him, muttered something quickly, and 3 large claws shot out of the water to engulf Psychosis. But with a swing of one of its swords, it cleaved all 3 of the claws in half without even slowing down.

"Your death shall be scary!" shouted Psychosis, swinging all four swords at Karl. He braced himself for the impact -

- and bounced right off of Dex's barrier along with the four swords, which collided with no effect. He had just appeared from out of nowhere and threw himself at Karl to knock him out of the way.

"Bug off!" he shouted at Psychosis.

"MAKE me!" Psychosis shouted back.

Feeling the water underneath him as he bounced on it, Karl realigned himself and continued the sprint, with just enough time to see Psychosis shoot in front of him and do right for the head.

*SHOOP*

Something large and colorful flashed in front of Karl, engulfing Psychosis and removing it from view. Beside him, he saw Dex flying alongside him with both arms outstretched, his barrier still up.

"To the left!" Dex shouted.

Karl veered off-course and a loud splash erupted beside him, spraying him with what he hoped was JUST ocean water. Psychosis was apparently warped a distance above them by Dex, but it still returned to the fight in less then a second.

Once again, it went at Karl by emerging at him from below, but a mysterious force propelled Karl into the air out of reach.

"Your battle is with ME!" Dex repeated, throwing what looked like a large ball of dark majiya at Psychosis. It struck the armor, causing what looked like a bit of a burn. Psychosis was still unfazed.

"If you'd just let me kill him," retorted Psychosis at what sounded like an annoyed scream, "Then you wouldn't have to wait!"

Dex vanished into thin air to avoid a sword swing and reappeared a split second later behind Psychosis, getting between it and Karl, who was twisting himself in midair to land on the water feet-first. He threw his barrier back up, intent on stopping Psychosis from having at Karl.

The sun was beginning to set, and a long shadow was cast from Psychosis over the coastline towards the land. Dex looked pathetically small compared to the monstrosity, but he fought better then anything I could imagine. The way he stayed so calm and focused while still maintaining an angry mood was a mystery, but whatever his method was, it worked nicely.

Karl landed and continued his sprint. Psychosis growled at Dex, who went back into his battle pose. It moved left, Dex moved left with him. I could almost tell what it was thinking that moment.

How annoying, it thought. I wish to stop that one mortal, but I can't because Dex is guarding it, and any attempt to bypass Dex would leave me vulnerable. So what do I do? I distract Dex by attacking one of his friend- oh SHOOT!

I dived, instinctively, off the platform to avoid a blast of dark majiya shot straight from Psychosis. It literally wiped the mound from existence. No vapor, suggesting it wasn't vaporized, but at the same time it was just gone as a result from the blast.

I whipped out another bunch of crossbow bolts and fired at Psychosis as quickly as I could from in mid-air as I fell towards shallow ocean. I can survive this fall no problem, but I couldn't dodge another attack like that. The bolts shot toward Psychosis, their tips erupting into armor-piercing drills.

Psychosis evaded and launched another attack at me, but Dex himself took the hit with his barrier. As it was dark-based as well, it didn't affect it, but instead was absorbed.

Dang it Dex, you've left Karl vulnerable, I thought. Indeed, Psychosis immediately turned and attacked Karl in a split-second, but was suddenly blocked by ... Dex? Dex's now-enforced barrier took the full punishment of the swords, but still didn't faltar. He had gone 3 kilometers in less then a nano-second!

HOW does he move so fast without opening portals?!?

I finally hit the ground. The attack on me to the attack back at Karl took less then 2 seconds. There was no way I would last in a majiya battle. The battlers have to be skilled, strong, focused, AND super-fast all at the same time.

Dex will have to handle Karl. I realized I was now sitting ducks for enemy rangers in the crater. My crossbow still up, I climbed back out and immediately opened fire upon nearby enemies as I made my way back.

Poor Dex is not getting any sleep tonight, it looks like.

Jasonmrc · **Posted:** July 19th, 2007, 10:52 am

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Battle near Mark Laddison's ship
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Karl still hadn't yet reached the Anti-Naic and by now the easterners aboard the ship knew someone was trying to get aboard.

Easterners on board took out bows and crossbows and started firing at Dex, but the arrows bounced off of Dex and fell harmlessly into the ocean.

"Don't fire at the Fox, your attacks can't hurt him. Get the elf, we still need him." Said Karmit who had gotten aboard the Anti-Naic, the ship he was on had been destroyed.

The archers changed targets, now they were aiming for Karl. Even with Dex's superior speed, or teleportation, he couldn't block the arrows and Physcosis.

Karl didn't notice the archers on board so he couldn't dodge them. If one of the arrows hit Karl behind the knee that would be enough to stop him from water running and then the easterners would have him.

Physcosis knew the archers would get Karl now, and even though he was angry that he couldn't get him, atleast Karl would be stopped.

The archers on board let their arrows fly, 50 archers had aimed at Karl from one side and 50 from another, it was a fork attack and Karl had no way of defletcing them.

Right before the arrows hit Karl he dropped down into the water, or was pulled, whatever the reason it was not by his own will. The arrows bounced off a staff and some of them shot into the ship.

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Under water right below the Anti-Naic
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When Karl looked around under water (he couldn't go back up, something was pulling him down) he saw a familiar face and being.

Michael was a water elemental and had pulled Karl under right before the arrows hit him, the staff was ofcourse Michael's. Michael knew Karl couldn't breathe under water, he had already taken care of this while the easterners were busy.

Michael pushed Karl up through an opening in the ship he had made.

"Set it up, i've got an idea to stop the ship." Said Michael as he plunged through the hole again, it was stopped up almost completely after he went through, only a small amount of water was now coming though.

Michael swam to the back of the ship to the rudder, he went up to the surface and saw Dex and Physcosis fighting.

"Dex has held out till now, he should beable to hold out longer since he's a fountain. Physcosis won't attack Karl now that he's aboard, I only hope he doesn't attack me." He thought to him self.

He found the part of the rudder where the steering wheel attached to the rudder to control where they went. He broke the mechanism and now he controlled the ship.

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At the helm of the Anti-Naic
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"Where are you going?" shouted Karmit to the captain

"I don't know, I can't control the ship anymore.!" he replied

"And whys that?"

"Some wreckage must've gotten stuck in the rudder. I'll get some men down there."

"Fix it as soon - faster then possible - we can't afford to have Mark Laddison's ship a sitting duck."

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Michael at the rudder
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Michael was turning the ship around, it was no longer going toward the shore, its port side was facing the shore which would've proved worse if the ship was close enough for a broadside attack.

Almost every cannon aboard the Anti-Naic was now missing its target because the ship kept turning to the right.

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Mortanian shore
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The troll ballistas were working better then expected on the Easterner transport ships. Most of the time the huge ballista bolt shot right into the hull of the ship.

"I'm glad you were able to negotiate with those-" I said as I turned around but didn't see Michael

"Look at the Anti-Naic." said Skyrate

"Its...turning around?" I said

"Yes, no doubt that's Michael's work, the easterners wouldn't retreat now."

The ship had turned around completely now and was starting to turn around again, Michael had jammed some wreckage there to make it stay going in circles, making it a reletively easy target for the monitors and almost disableing its ability to sink ships - though now completely. As Michael got to the surface he saw one of our ships sinking from multiple cannon fire from the Anti-Naic.

5 Eastern sailors had now jumped in to check the rudder, they saw the wreckage jammed in and then they saw Michael. But they were no match for him under water, he could breathe but they had to go up and gasp for air. Without much problem he killed them. Then he went over to the other Easterner ships to break holes in their hulls.