Round Robin: WOTW: Mastery Of The White Dragon II

Steven · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 12:34 pm

Name: Zaros (Zahr-Rowes)
Occupation: An Ancient Magicks user, and a Woodcutter.
Age: 14
Race: Ancient Magicks Circle of Magicians
Weapon(s) of Choice: Any weapon crafted from the Abyss, and a Ancient Staff. He also carries a bag of Ancient Runes for Ice Barrange, Blood Barrange, Shaddow Barrange, and can telleport others to Canifs bar. (Kaharyll Telleport)
Description: Zaros wears all of Aharim's robes (Top, Bottom, and Hood), an Ancient Staff/or an Abyssal Whip, with a Mage's Book. He wears the cape of Magic skill to the fullest level, the gloves of a powerful Brotherin of Barrows, the Boots of Infinity, and the Amulet of Fury, with the Ring of Seers. He has slick black hair, which is combed streight back at all times, Deep blue eyes, and light-colored skin.

Short Biography: Zaros was found in the deepest dephs of the Abyss. He was found by a man named Grumma. Grumma to Zaros to his tribe. His tribe was very friendly. The first night he was there, he was taken into the "Kullerin Flimmso" which translated to english is "Marked Chamber". When Zaros was in the Marked Chamber, a man named Friggonal cut a shape of a circle with a pluss inside it on his left shoulder. He was knocked uncontious and woke up in the middle of the Wilderness with a bag of runes, a staff, and a letter. The letter said "Zaros, we have made you a god of the world of RuneScape. You have a bag of runes for using Magic spelles called Ice Barrange, Shaddow Barrange, Blood Barrange and Kaharyll Telleport. You can telleport others, aswell. In the town of Varrock, you will find a man named "Omirr". He will give you the supplies needed to do better damage and have better defence. We will miss you, my son. You have unlimited access to our village. We will see you soon. Trust Omirr with your life. -Grumma" Zaros found Omirr and was givin his items. He was now a god. Many people did the quest of the Treasure of the Desert. They were awarded the Ancient Magicks and learned their new god's name; Zaros. Zaros is now worshipped by many people of RuneScape, and has been a god for over fifty-thousand decades.

Strengths: Extreamly great a using Magic. He can kill an Army with 5 casts of Ice Barrange, and not a scratch. He has the ability to Telleport others with him, and also has the power of healing. He can heal himself every 5 minutes, if needed.

Weaknesses: With all his equptment, he is weak to Melee attacks, and some Ranged attacks.

I'm sorry if I have taken post space becuase I cannot join the WOTW: Mastery Of The White Dragon II. If so, please contact me via PM.

Adbot · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 12:34 pm

MattVortex · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 1:17 pm

Quote:

I'm sorry if I have taken post space becuase I cannot join the WOTW: Mastery Of The White Dragon II. If so, please contact me via PM.

If you cant participate and write for the story, you can always give your character to someone else.

Maeteru, Alex, Gia and Arasa were standing in the frozen plateau. The warmer robes Maeteru and Arasa were wearing were certainly doing their job. After some persuasion, Alex 43 had allowed Arasa to come along as well, but no-one else.

Karl 67 was up ahead. They walked over to him.

'Found anything?'

'No, I havent, unfortunately. Remember the riddle, though.

'"You are a long ways away. Ice was where you were.
The reverse opposite of the plaque's seat.
The vermin of that place require the opposite of said opposite.
It is the juxtaposition of opposites.
As is the will of Guthix.
The portal to the world which houses the next.
Can be gained from what is opposite to the opposite of the Plaque's seat.
Be wary, the path to the portal is death-attracting."'

'Whoever wrote that really was no good at poetry.' said Maeteru, after Karl had finished recalling the riddle. Since being made of crystal, his ability to recall things, and his memory in general, had improved dramatically. Every now and then, you could see little whispery lines moving through his head - which were his thoughts and memories.

'The plaque's seat is clearly the pedestal we found it on, in the ice. Opposite of ice, in terms of the ancients, and magic; is fire. I think the vermin may be referring not to literal vermin, but to something that stands in our way.'

Maeteru did not need to be asked.

In an instant, he flinched, his eyes glowing red and brilliant orange flames rolling off his body.

Any particular target or format for a spell? he asked the rest, through the wierd telepathic communication he had when in elemental form.

'Erm, we dont know. Down, maybe?'

Fine by me. Just... move out the way.

Maeteru flew up above their heads. He raised his staff above his head, throwing three or four Wanderer's runes around him, which were instantly vaporised, their magic swirling round the staff's point. And like years earlier in the huge wars against the Abyssal demons, it was time for a little free magic.

Pinpricks of light seemed to form in the air around him. The flames whipping around his elemental form turned from orange-red to a bright white, spinning round him in a violent magical tornado.

A firey ball of what appeared to be almost pure magic appeared at the end of his staff, growing slowly. He span round, and pointed the staff straight down. A huge beam shot downwards, melting the ice two hundred feet around them all. Ice warriors seemed to vaporise around them. The flames shot straight through the ground, melting the thick ice, burning soil, and liquifying rock.

The spell seemed to break through something, like the rock had ended far below. Maeteru flew back to the ground, flinched again, and the flames around him subsided. The five of them moved over to the hole.

Hundreds of feet below the ground, the rock seemed to open out into some kind of cave or lava pit. There was a symbol there.

'I do not recognise that symbol from anywhere.' Gia said 'And I have a very large knowledge of symbology and languages.'

'It's First-age elvish.'

Arasa, Karl, Alex and Gia looked at Maeteru.

'There were no elves in the first age, Maeteru.'

'Yes, there were. Not many, but there were. There is a wierd book in the Heroes' library, detailing it all. It needed a lot of magic to suppress enough to read it.'

'What does it mean, then?' Karl asked.

'Near.'

Karl was mumbling something.

'Opposite of opposite... The opposite of fire was not ice, as would be expected, but water.... Look, the water!'

Molten ice from around was moving down into the hole, touching the lava far below and vaporising to steam. The symbol seemed to be changing. It changed over and over, from symbol to symbol.

'Ahashasa Nuaeul Ach Iyaeia.' Maeteru said, as the symbols changed. 'Ahashasa was a city, deep underground. Nuaeul Ach Iyaeia means "The living do seek", or "do the living seek". "Near to Ahashasa the living do seek."'

'Where is Ahashasa?'

'Basically straight down. If we go down the hole, we'll get to a portal. We then go through that.'

'"Be wary, the path to the portal is death attracting." - this hole is the path to the portal.' Karl said, with some conviction.

On of the bells in its pouch on Arasa's belt was doing wierd things. It seemed to want to go down the hole.

'Arasa, which bell is that?' Maeteru asked, urgency raising in his voice.

Arasa checked.

'Chimao Mortalo. The Bell of Death.'

'Then we are in the right place. The hole is Death-attracting. Let's go.'

Maeteru and Arasa flashed into their respective elements. Karl sang some wings. Gia couldn't fly anymore... but after grabbing alex on to his back, dug his claws into the side of the hole, and half-ran, half-climbed down the side of the hole.

Into the depths, towards Ahashasa.

Whitefire9 · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 3:28 pm

-=-Introduction-=-
-=-Part 1-=-

5 Years Ago...

He was Running.

The Temple was before him. If he could reach that, then the Enemy would be unable to stop him. He could forfill the promis he had made. But there was a problem... He was being pursued. The Demonic Shadowhounds of the Enemy were chaseing him, hounding him to exhaustion, trying to take from him the thing that they wanted so badly.

His Life.

He stumbled. Instantly he was up, but the Enemies were close now. They ran faster, faster so they may drain his blood and steal his life. His life, which was so important, that would cause them to have to destroy a civilization just to take it. They lunged forward...

...And died beneath the Swords of the one they chased. He struck them down almost effortlessly as the magic flowing within the blades slashed through them. It burned them till there was nothing left but dust, and then, not even that.

He ran on. More would replace those that had fallen. They never seemed to stop comming after him. He had slayed a countless hord of them, and still they chased him.

The gate of the Temple stood before him, He ran on inside, knowing that the magic that held the Ancient stones of the Temple together would give him enough time to do what was needed. The main way was too dangerous now, he had to get to the Cmaber by way of the catacombs. Through the catacombs he ran, Stopping only to take from the Vault the book. Then it was more running. He had to reach the Inner Chamber!

Then the explosion rocked the chambers. The Enemy was in the temple. Their howling Screams of Rage echoing through the walls and down the coridors to tell him of their intent. But he was close now. He ran through the Room of Trials, knowing that he will not be stopped. The Spirits of the Room of Trials would let him through, it knew what was at stake should he fail at his goal. He slammed into the door at the end of the chamber, thrust it open with his arm, and ran on. The Chamber was just ahead!

He entered the chamber and threw the door closed behind him. Uttering a spell of locking, the old irons of the lock slid together, Locking him in and the Enemy out. Turning, he faced the Chamber. There, in the center, was the pedestal. Taking the book, he ran upon the alter and opened its Ancient bindings worn with age. There! The rest of the notes were there! He then drew from his robe a slip pf worn paper with a staff of notes written on it. Placing these next to the other notes in the book, he stepped back.

Reaching within his robes, he drew forth the Ammulet. Glancing at it as the light struck it, He saw that it shone with a unearthly glow, Almost like there was light from within shining out. The ammulet was in the shape of a perfect circule broken by a trapezoindal shape at the top. Around the outside of the ammulet were ten inlayed curcules with runes on them. These were ringed by a golden band that was imbedded within the ammulet. At the very center was a single flat area with a rune upon it. What the runes symbolized, he did not know. All he new is that he was to wear the ammulet upon reaching the chamber, Just as the Spirit had instructed him.

He placed the ammulet around his neck, fealing its surpriseingly light weight pull down on the fur on his neck. It looked odd on him, he quickly thought. He never wore anything of the sort. But now was not the time to remenis on his life, he had to hurry.

He removed from his robes the treasure he had been sworn to keep by the King himself, The Silver Ocarina. This was another key he needed to complete the summoning. Placeing it to his dried lips, he glanced at the page, and from the notes inscribed there on the dry pages, played the melody that would save them all. Light radiated from the crest on the floor beneath him, the wakeing of an ageless Magic long been in slumber. He continued to play the melody, the Book before him upon the pedestal. The floor began to vibrate violently, the magic was Awake. Light poured forth from the floor, and he could feal its power pulseing through him like blood through his veins. The light radiated forth into the chamber...

And Everything went black...

And then he awoke, the Dream that had been playing through his sleep for an eternity faded away into the recesses of his mind.

"Where am I...?"

He opened his eyes, and for the first time, saw his universe. And what he saw astounded him...

He saw nothing, absolutely nothing... He was starring straight into a black hole. It went on forever, and nothing could be seen within. But then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed something... Whiteness... Complete light. He stood and turned away from the Infinite dark of the shadows, And looked straight into the all-encompasing white of the light. He averted his eyes from the sheer pain of the light, It was so bright! Where was he? Why couldent he remember any-... Then, below his feet, He saw it...

The line of Twilight... the place where the Dark and the Light met. He was there, standing, no, floating in the midst of the line. It went on forever before his feet, and no horizon broke through the Two. He turned around, There the line went on again, forever and unending. he stood upon the Two, and yet upon nothing.

He looked upon himself in wonder, Seeing himself again for the first time.

"Where am I?" he called out to the brink.

Then he saw IT.

IT aproached him, moving along the Line towards him, then stopped before him. He could see IT was shrouded in robes, Half as white as the Light, the other as black as the Dark. The robes were trimmed in black and white flame, both intertwining to become an imposible design. Then he saw. There was no face, only a Grey Mist. Looking upon it, he was terrified, but yet also comforted by it. Whatever it was, it was here. Then, with a voice that pierced through him like a spear to his soul, IT spoke.

"Awake!! Your destiny has claimed you!" IT said, pointing its outstreched hand at him. "It is time for you to Arise and reveal the Truth!. Long have you Slept, but no longer. Now is the Time for Awakening! Awake!!"

"Wh-"

"Awake!!" It said. "You are The Chosen one. The time for your part in this legend has come. Discover the Truth, Free the Guardian, and Save those who are No More. Go forth now, Leave this place of sanctuary where you have long slumbered! For now is the Time. Arise, Neithan Diniem! Awaken to the Destiny apointed to You!!"

The Line shimmered. It was fading, fading away to nothing. What was happeneing?

IT vanished, and with it, so did the last hint of the Line. The Two began to merge, becoming one. Then they decended upon Neithan like a grey flood, Washing him away. The Grey flowed around him, over him, and through him, washing away the place where he had layed for over tewnty-one and a half thousand years...

Now all he saw was the Endless Mist of the Grey as he faded away into unconciousness...

This is his begining.

I will update this with more of the past story later, so keep an eye on it

Also, if you guys think hes a good enough character to be in the story, please tell me! Ill also need some way to get him into the story, cant just add him in and hope for the best

. The story above is mainly a background story Im writing for him that Im going to expand on. So any Input will be apreciated

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Karl 67 · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 5:57 pm

Karl 67's wings resembled that of a dragon, equally crystal and had a scaly texture. This was his first field test of additional limbs he could grow onto himself. Any time he tried had a risk, but this time, nothing negative happened. If one did though, the others were there to help him.

He reached into his pouch and pulled out two crystal seeds. A swift note and they transformed into sickles. He slung them and did the same to two more, this time into a dagger and a short sword. He also sheathed them. He practiced and mastered his elf singing technique since the war took a standstill and could literally make anything for anyone. He could make a spatula if he ever needed to. After multiple uses, the weapon transforms back into the seed and Karl 67 can repeat the process.

If there was any combat involved, Karl 67 was literally prepared.

OOC: I know, short post, but I'm busy training agility.

Steven · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 6:39 pm

While all of the alies were going down the hole to Ahashasa, they came to a halt. They saw someone laying on the floor, twitching in pain. Karl whispered 'Look! He has some sort of tail of flame.' 'I see, and if I'm correct, that's an Abyssal Shifter. A Abyssal demon with the devine gift of shapeshifting. He must have been attacked while shapeshifting.' Said Alex. The demon was not dead, just frozen. He was attacked by what looks like ... Blood and Ice? 'Who would attack this demon with Ice and Blood?' said Gia 'Him...' mumbled Maeteru.

'Who?' said everyone 'Zaros. The God of ancient magic. He has the powers to use Blood, Ice, Shadow, and Smoke attacks. He chose Blood and Ice this time. If he is to find us, we all must be prepaired.' Everyone gasps. Where is this Zaros person? Was he nearby? Was he stalking them? 'Let's continue, we must be prepaired though. Who knows how powerful this man is.' commanded Alex. So everyone continued, and 4 hours later they find the room with the portal.

They go through the portal, and they find out they have been split apart... 'Where is everyone?' Karl asked himself. Just then, he saw a figure of a man in robes with a cape of magic. 'Who are you?' Karl asked, with fear in his voice. 'Me? I am ... Zaros.' Karl screamed. He was tremblig with fear. He sang to a crytal seed to make it a Crystal Bow. He shot at Zaros, but it went streight through... 'He's not real, this is a dream, isn't it? Why can't I wake up? Am I under a spell? Are the others dreaming, too?' Karl thought to himself. 'What is going on here...'?

To be continued...

How do you all think? Is it good for my first one?

Karl 67 · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 9:21 pm

OOC: Matthew, you should also add a little something about the usage of "canon" Characters.

Canon Characters are basically characters that are already put into the game. The usage of Canon Characters as your main character is not exactly liked, especially if the character used is the actual god Zaros.

In other words, Canon Characters as Main Characters are not good.

Another note would be about "Serts". Serts are basically what Godmodders are called. If they're too powerful or too god-like, then they're "serts" and are entirely frowned upon.
Ah well, I'll just beat him down.

-----SOME KIND OF DREAMSTATE-----

"This is Zaros? No. He's too weak to be out here at this moment. Weak enough for just I to take on even... Unless this is a follower of him." Karl 67 thought as his logic melted away his fears.

"Why are you attacking us anyways if you're not even Zaros? Anyone that's not Zaros would have the brains to dare not take us on, especially Alex 43 and Maeteru." Karl 67 called out to the being.

He was answered with a swift punch. Karl 67 was expecting it and back-flipped, answering the answer by smashing the bow on the back of the person's head. The blow was hard enough to shatter the crystal bow. Karl 67 caught the seed and pocketed it quickly. He then pulled out the short sword and the dagger. The being disappeared.

Karl 67 stood still for a moment, he expected this thing to attack him where he least expected. The least expected would be behind. Karl 67 knew that he could back-flip over even Gia if he swung a claw at him from behind. He practiced it. He backflipped at the first sound and swung the sword to where he was standing.

Nothing.

"Drat, too early-" Karl 67 was cut short in mid-air when a staff encrusted with Zaros' symbol whacked his face. He rolled a few yards away, sprang up again and slammed his dagger in the way of a second attack by staff. Karl 67 swung the short sword savagely. The thing yelped and pulled back the staff. Karl 67 dropped his dagger and grabbed the staff, yanking it back. The thing was pulled with it and met Karl 67's blade grip-first. Obviously a powerful blow like that would knock one out.

The environment turned into an underground cavern littered with lakes of lava as the others also beat the thing. Apparently, there were five "clones" of the thing and each attacked them individually in a sort of "dreamworld" Karl 67 examined the face and noticed that his nose was crushed.

"If my face were still real, I'd most likely be dead." he mumbled as he 'repaired' himself.

-----MASTERY : MESSAGE SYSTEM-----

Valence sat on the bench looking at his hand. It looked partially scorched.

"Why CAN I create lava elementals anyways?" he pondered.

More updates began to pour through. Valence, as if a machine, went to work. It was pretty much uneventful. Afterwards, he waited for a moment. Suddenly, he pulled out his scimitar and broke the Message System. He then wrote a "Message System Out of Order, Elven Crystal worn out." message and walked to the bulletin board.

"Valence, where are you going?" A guard asked.

"I'm needed in the Library and the System broke down due to the worn out elven crystal." He replied as he entered the Great Library.

The bookshelves reached up almost a mile high. Easily enough books for one to read in four hundred lives or more. But one could easily find the book he wanted. Valence just thought for a book regarding family history. Immediately, four books appeared on a bench he was beside. He sat down and opened the first book. He fingered through the book until he was done. the same thing happened with the other three, except on the fourth, he noticed that his last name wasn't on it.

Come to think of it, he couldn't even pronounce it...

TR: Alex 43 and Matthew.

Adbot · **Posted:** March 26th, 2007, 9:21 pm

Alex 43 · **Posted:** March 27th, 2007, 11:42 am

OOC: Zaros, of course we know who Lord Zaros is. He's the reason we formed the mastery in the first place.

You didn't do half-bad at bringing in some conflict, but I suggest you read the story a bit more thoroughly before coming to assumptions.

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IN THE HIDDEN CAVE BELOW THE ICE PLATEAU
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"No, this can't be Him. This HAD to be someone different."

Alex 43 felt the presence below to be of great power. Power divine, and get so empty. It couldn't have been Lord Zaros himself, however. For starts, there was no way he could've figured out about this place unless he was eavesdropping Alex 43 and Bob in secret.

No, Gia would've detected him. We are detecting him now, aren't we? Perhaps he too knows about the tome and is searching for it. In any case, we had to beat him to it. Even destroy it if we must.

Alex 43 shone the thin beam of light emitting from his spear down the hole to reveal nothing but blackness and the wall that Gia climbed. They were all pretty much seperated now because the tunnel went a long ways, but it was agreed they would reunite before entering the portal.

What was it, though? This strange feeling. Gia appeared to feel the same thing as he did. Was this a dream? Where exactly were we?

Dangit, I should've interrogated Bob just a bit more.

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The man below stood on a dragonkin. He was looking up at them, a large bloody sword in his hand and a full helmet obscuring his entire face. The dragonkin was a large one; it wore full body-armor, including extra extensions for its leathery dragon wings and long broad tail.

It was as though they lived to this moment. Gia prepared to pounce on them while Alex 43 charged his spear with his own electrical energy. All was silent for a bit as they waited for the man to make the first move.

"Some puzzle." mumbled Alex 43, "Taking on a resemblance to Zaros."

"Wait." said Gia, "Violence is not a puzzle. It is a solution. A bad one, yes, but a solution nevertheless. There has to be a catch behind this."

"This is such strange power." said Alex 43, "Does our opponent even exist? I mean, if we were to jump him and he was nothing but an illusion, we would fall down the tunnel."

"That's just too simple." said Gia, "A puzzle this ancient has to be sophisticated."

"But what if it isn't, and we're led to believe it is?" asked Alex 43.

They paused. The man and dragonkin still stood below them, looking up at them.

"We'd better test it out, then. Gia, use your lightning breath." Alex 43 commanded.

Gia took in air and blasted out a great stream of lightning bolts. They were bunched together to give the appearance of fast white fire.

The man and the dragonkin seemed to just let the lightning pass through them. However, the sword deflected it.

"Just as I thought. They don't exist." said Alex 43.

"But his sword. That is real." said Gia.

"I know, and the only way we can counter it is if we leap at it." said Alex 43.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" asked Gia.

They had a Wisdom Huddle. This usually took place when encountering difficult decisions, and involved Alex 43 and Gia both making a list of tactics and adding every negative aspect to each plan. Then they both decided on a plan based on the least negative aspects, effectiveness, and worst-case scenario corresponding to it. They respected Saradomin's great wisdom, and followed it by portraying their own wisdom to these sorts of scenarios.

Then, Gia leaped off the wall towards the man. The man swung the sword towards him, but Alex 43, who held on with one hand and swung his spear like a baseball bat with the other hand, smacked the sword clean from his hand. The sword was knocked away and fell into the darkness, and the man and dragonkin vanished, leaving nothing but open air below them.

However, Gia sprung off the wall twice as hard as required, and the extra momentum sent him into the wall on the other side, which he dug into with his sharp durable tri-claws.

"That did it." said Alex 43.

"Lord Saradomin would be proud." said Gia.

MattVortex · **Posted:** March 27th, 2007, 1:53 pm

The five of them looked around the cave. They were at the side of the lake of lava, the same lake where the odd symbols had appeared. Directly above the lake was the hole they had gone down.

To the south of the cave was a long tunnel. They could only see around 200 to 300 feet down it, but there seemed to be something blue glowing in there somewhere. There were no over tunnels or anything.

'I'm guessing that blue glow is the portal we need.'

'Yes, i think so. The book wasnt particularly clear.'

The five of them walked along the tunnel. Maeteru flinched into his elemental form, and Arasa into hers, to give some light. 250 feet down the tunnel, they came to a solid wall. It seemed more like a door than just something in the rock - it was perfectly smooth. There was a small blue gem just above it, and some writing carved into it. It was written in First-age elvish.

'If the city of Arahasha is what you seek, then the fiery molten rock you'll have to meet.' said Maeteru

'And that is supposed to help us... how?'

'Oh, it's quite simple really.' interjected Gia. 'Look at the walls. The lava in the lake over there rises and falls. You can see the rock around the edge of the tunnel. When the lava has risen, and I suppose has touched the gem, the door opens.'

'Great. We've all got some pretty amazing talents, Gia, you included, but I'm pretty sure staying alive whilst underneath a boiling lake of lava is not one of them.'

Karl was mumling something again.

'Maeteru - go and grab Valence from the post office. I'm sure you could whip up one of your magical creatures to do his job.'

Maeteru vanished in a little puff of flame. When he arrived at the Mastery post office, there was no-one there, no activity. Clearly the crystal powering the system had failed again. He teleported again, this time to the mapping room of the Mastery HQ.

The mapping room held a huge live-update map, of the Mastery HQ, as well as the whole of the world of Runescape. He touched one of the crystals at the edge of the map, and whispered:

'Valence, Void Knight and Mastery Member.'

A small light flashed in the Mastery Library. Another puff of flame, and Maeteru was there.

'Valence. No time for greetings.' Maeteru grabbed his arm, and they both vanished.

They reappeared in the cave, next to the other four. Karl spoke first.

'Valence. No questions. Take your eye patch off.'

Valence hesitated.

'Sir, I'm not sure thats a good id-'

'NOW.'

Karl did not often lose his temper. When the world was in danger, though, it was known for him to do so.

Valence removed the patch. Instead of the usual right eye, there was simply a yellow light, much like how Maeteru and Arasa's eyes went when switching into their elemental forms. The glow was strange, like molten metal.

'I take it you know, sir.'

'Since you joined, Valence. Go on.'

Valence flinched, and his body erupted into lava, just like an elemental. Valence was a semi-elemental, although an unstable one. Most semi-elementals could hide their powers, calling upon them only when they wanted, but an unstable one could not hide it. They often had a distinguishing elemental feature - sometimes their hair would be made of fire, or there would be stones along their arms and back; and when angered, a faint glow could appear around them.

'That lava. That stone.'

The simple command was enough. Valence ran down the tunnel. The lava at the end moved down the tunnel, evading around the five Heroes, but completely enveloping the gem and door. The door slowly opened up, the stone crunching against more stone. The five heroes ran through. Behind the door, the whole cave opened up into a huge cavern, hundreds of feet high. Alex jumped on Gia's back and they climbed up, the other three flying, just as the lava, and Valence along with it, gushed through the door.

Valence whipped round and pushed the lava back. It flowed back through the door.

And it shut behind them.

'Oh dear.'

Maeteru shot a water spell down at the floor to cool it, and they all landed.

'What do we do now?'

They looked up and the distant ceiling. Very little could be seen, as the whole area was being lit by the three elementals alone.

'We shed some light on the situation.' Maeteru said, flinching back into his regular, non-elemental form, and whipping out a Wanderer's rune. 'Orbus Lumiro!'

A ball of brilliant white light, like a magnesium flare, shot out of his staff, and hovered a hundred feet or so above their heads. Light shone out around them.

It was the most awesome sight they had ever seen.

A huge city, fifteen times the size of Keldagrim. Houses and libraries and squares the size of Falador. This was Ahashasa, the great city of the Elves in the first age, the forefront of civilisation and culture, reading, writing, making steel and runite before a lot of the rest of the world could make fire. The whole place was carved out of black and white marble, the buildings made of granite and the finest stone, and at the top, a magnificent palace, made of the purest of white marble.

Arasa, now out of her elemental form also, pointed to a building to the west of the palace. 'Heh, look. Someone has left a light on.'

The other five stared at her.

'Light?! Still on from the FIRST AGE?!'

'It's not a light as such.' said Maeteru.

The others stared at him.

'That would be the glow from the Oratoro Yuthicia. The Portal of Guthix.'

'Let's go.'

We're already over 10,000 words now

- it's going well.

Karl 67 · **Posted:** March 28th, 2007, 2:49 pm

Valence put his eye patch back on, along with it went his elemental look and was back to normal. Muttering something ineligible. Karl 67's elven hearing picked it up and they muttered a conversation.

"What is it?" Karl 67 asked.

"There wasn't anything about my family name, but I DID Find out what I am." Valence told him.

"What is it then?"

"I bear the genes of a Tzhaar. This probably explains my eye and ability to create lava. Judging by those factors, the parent must have been a Tzhaar-Mej.

"Have you figured out the genetics of that Tzhaar?"

"Not yet. I know that their corpses are converted into Tokkul. As a gravestone and archive, they keep one tokkul piece of the passed on as a genetic sample."

"Why would they do that?" Karl 67 asked.

"To determine who'll be the next Chief Tzhaar. Obviously they'd find the closest relation if the immediate family passes on or dies in combat. As all Tzhaar are somehow related to even the Chief, they keep samples from all passed people."

"What's your next step then?"

"Find the parent and find whatever history is behind him or her. I'll most likely find the other parent from that. If not, It'll still be a big leap in finding out my history."

"Hold that thought, Where is everyone?" Karl 67 asked the rest.

"This city was from the first age, obviously no one would still be alive." Maeteru answered.

"(Then who are YOU to enter this realm?)" Everyone jumped. There was an elven guard pointing a crystal sword at them. Karl 67 noticed that this crystal was refined by the lava around the city, making it hundreds of times stronger than any crystal he could sing up. Obviously whoever made the crystal was far more experienced with the skill. Karl 67 held his hand up to the others to keep their weapons down; as this guard, being from the first age, was obviously more experienced than any of them combined.

Karl 67 was also the first to notice that they were surrounded by fifteen other guards, equally equipped and positioned. Pointing their swords in a typical guard-like manner. Everyone was looking at the guard as if he just said utter gibberish. Karl 67 looked at them.

"What did the elf say?" Gia asked.

"Ancient elven, the same as the plaque." Maeteru muttered to his comrades. "Karl 67, being the only one who could read that plaque, should also be the one who can translate for us."

"He's asking us who we are and where we came from and why we are here in a simple sentence," Karl 67 replied to the others. Turning back to the guard who asked, Karl 67 put away the sickles.

"(I am Karl the Sixty-seventh. I am from the Gielinor World. These are my comrades in order: Alexandre the forty-third, Gia of the White Dragons, Maeteru and Arasa, and Valence.)"

Karl 67 also spoke in the Ancient elven, so the others couldn't understand him, by seeing his gestures, he was most likely introducing them.

The guard elf replied, "(Gielinor? That's a world separate from our own. What business brings you here and how did you get here from that world?)"

"(A lot of questions, eh?)"

"(We are pretty serious for Blaze Elves.)"

Karl 67 was silent. He heard legends of Blaze Elves during the Elven Civil War and during the Last Campaign. He even saw one in action, devastating enemies with incredible agility and with a powerful-looking crystal sword. It clashed against hundreds of foes but still wouldn't break.

"(My apologies. We are searching for something through riddles and clues. So far, the latest one leads us through here. We got here through a portal outside.)"

"(That portal leads to someplace cold and desolate. We are a tribe of fire and dislike cold. Why should we believe you?)"

"(I can speak the same language as you.)"

"(You're not a normal elf. You are made entirely of crystal... and the weak kind too.)"

"(I have never heard of your kind of crystal though.)"

"Karl, what's taking you so long?" Valence asked.

"(What did that man say?)" The guard asked.

"(He's asking me to end the conversation quickly, as we're in a bit of a hurry to save our world, and most like all of the others.)"

"(There are seven,)" The guard said

"(... Yes, there are,)" Karl 67 replied.

"(You are looking for the Tome.)"

After a pause, Karl 67 shook off the shock. "(How do you know about it?)"

"(We have one of the pages. Every other world has a page. Even your own. I know for a fact that that filth Zaros has always had the Gielinor page.)"

"(Are you kidding me?)"

"(I kid you not.)"

Karl 67 was silent. Everyone else could sense that Karl 67 just learned some really bad news.

"Are they going to attack us?" Arasa asked.

"No..." Karl 67 replied, "I just got some really useful information. (We'll need that page.)"

"(You'll have to prove yourself worthy to our Tribe Leader then.)"

"(May I see him then?)"

"(Very well, you seem trustworthy enough. I don't know about your friends.)"

"(Let them come, they don't even understand your language.)"

The guards sheathed their weapons and went back to whatever. Two guards remained with the main one. The two of them motioned for the others to follow them. The main guard took Karl 67 with him.

"Karl, what's happening?" Alex 43 asked.

"We have a chance on getting a real page of it." Karl 67 grinned at the excitement.

"But not even Arasa and I can understand them. How will we communicate?" Maeteru asked.

"Maeteru, I left a bit of a notebook on their language in your backpack after I translated that plaque, in case I wasn't there and there was more Ancient Elvish to translate. Every basic thing is there. Oh, and don't worry, I'll be fine."

MattVortex · **Posted:** March 28th, 2007, 3:56 pm

Maeteru was wearing a small pack for the journey, specially designed to attach into certain parts of his robes with belts and not move about. He opened it, and there was a notebook in there.

Clearly Maeteru and Karl had different views on what a 'bit' of a notebook was. This 'bit' was 12 inches long, 9 inches wide, and 2 inches thick.

Maeteru whipped out a Wanderer's rune. Arasa raised an eyebrow.

'Well I'm not going to read it all, am I?'

The Wanderer's rune vanished. The notebook glowed for a few seconds, and a little bolt of light shot into each of their heads. The fifteen elven guards looked slightly suspicious.

'Can you understand me?'

The nearest elven guard raised an eyebrow in confusion.

'Yes...'

The ancient elven guards and the six heroes walked on. These elves were not from the earlier times of the first age, as Maeteru understood some dialects of first-age elvish perfectly. This one, however, without learning the knowledge of the notebook, he could understand only a few basic words.

The spell he had used was a small knowledge spell. It was very difficult to implement, although once made was quite easy to cast again. The basic idea behind it was that it could read the knowledge of a book or map or something similar, which held knowledge, and instantly implant into the brain.

The chief of the elven guards spoke to Maeteru.

'That rune. We have seen various runes come from your world since the second age when they were created, but that one we do not recognise.'

'It's called the Wanderer's Rune. I am the Wanderer. I am the creator of them.'

The elf remained emotionless. They walked on further, into the huge city of Ahashasa. Most buildings were empty, although clearly some elves had survived on after some kind of extinction.

'How many of there are you?'

'The great city was once home to twenty-five thousand of us. Now there are no more than two hundred left. A disease wiped out many of us in the second age. Some left to the your world, and others to other worlds. All elves everywhere are descendants of us. Come to think of it, your nose does look somewhat like an old friend of mine's. And the purple eye gene, as I am sure you know, it not a common one; most elves have green, blue or yellow eyes. That is from a family who were very wealthy within Ahashasa.'

Maeteru touched his nose. His father had one much like it, slightly pointy but not long; and his grandfather also.

After walking for another 20 minutes, they reached the gates of the inner city. A few more elves were visible in some of the buildings inside there. Two of the elven guards put some stones into the gates, clearly keys of some sort, as the gates swung open. They all entered, and walked up a wide, but steep street.

Walking for another 15 minutes, they met the gates of the palace. Guards put two different keystones in the doors, and they opened up. As they walked through the palace, up the stairs, some guards stopped along the way, clearly guarding the passage.

They reached a large room made of the most brilliant white granite. There were a few people sitting at a table, apparently just about to eat a meal. There were five empty plates, apparently ready for guests.

'Karl the 67th, Alex the 43rd, Gia, Maeteru the Wanderer, Arasa and Valence. We are the elders of the last remaining elves of Ahashasa. Please, sit down and eat with us.'

They did so, taking some of the food. Some of it was familiar, apparently freshly caught from Geilinor, and some other worlds. Gia seemed to delight at a strange meat, clearly from somewhere none of the others had been before.

'Now, I hear you sense an imbalance.'

'Yes' Gia explained. 'We have already saved Geilinor from a collision with the Abyss as well as some dangers from other worlds. We sense, though, that without the Tome of Seven Worlds, we will not be able to save the world.'

'We have sensed this also. We know of your actions, and we thank you for it.'

He paused.

'We may be able to help you.'

Alex 43 · **Posted:** March 28th, 2007, 5:27 pm

OOC: Sorry I forgot to mention this. Gia is vegetarian. He doesn't eat meat of ANY kind.

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ELDER BLAZE ELVES' CHAMBER
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"Indeed, we have one of the pages of the fabled Tome of the Seven Worlds." continued the elf, "However, we can not just give it to you."

"What?!?" they all said nearly at once.

They were all sitting around the table. The dishes had been taken away and everything has become silent. 4 guards guarded all exits, in case their guests were of violent nature or someone outside had a desire to interrupt their conversation in a violent nature.

"(You know of our deeds. You know what we strive for.)" argued Karl 67, "(So why can't we use it?)"

"(Because,)" replied the elf, "(We are as yet unsure that you can truly be trusted with it. We are not sure that you be able to protect it like we are.)"

"(You have to believe, sir,)" said Karl 67, "That Zaros means to convert the 7 worlds as we know them into his playthings. He wants to wipe the other Gods away and convert the universe into a twisted corrupted wasteland where only the mighty can serve Him. We would sooner see that page destroyed if it meant the good if the worlds, and we will risk our lives for it no matter what. You think we would let him get His hands on it so easily?)"

"(Then a challenge is in order.)" said the elder.

Alex 43 didn't need to understand the language to understand what he just said. Karl 67's facial expression said it all.

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DEEP WITHIN THE CITY OF ARAHASHA
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"These elves seem pretty serious, Alex." said Gia as they walked.

A large dip in the caverns ahead yielded a fairly obvious arena, with stands and everything. Surrounding it was a large moat of magma, with the exception of a couple of metal bridges allowing observers and participants to enter. The arena by itself was a large metal platform sustained by a number of chains above a large pool of lava below. Again, a couple of retractable bridges allowed participant to access the platforms.

Karl 67 was lead ahead of them, and the remainder of the guards apparently allowed them to go to this stadium to watch. A number of times, Gia looked quite thoughtful while the elves spoke. Alex 43 didn't want to hold it in any longer.

"What makes you think that? Can you understand what they are saying?" he asked.

"A little." replied Gia, "The older languages were derived straight from the Dragonkin, ours going almost directly into the universal Gielinor language. This old elven language is an advanced version of the Dragonkin language, seeing as it was derived from the start of the First Age when Guthix cast the remainder of the Dragonkin away. It's very complex, and quite difficult, but I can make out a few words when they speak. Even still, they might not be the exact words Karl and Maeteru are hearing, but they coincidently make sense regardless."

"What did the elf say to Karl?" Alex 43 asked.

"Something about a spell that would get us to a world called Hialdarwan. Why we're going to this stadium is beyond me."

Alex 43 was silent.

"Did he say that?" he asked again.

"I'm almost certain of it, unless someone else was whispering in my ear."

"That's just wierd." said Alex 43, "Karl told me that he has been challenged to test our worthiness to protect the page. He said that if we are able to beat them and prove ourselves stronger then the blaze elves, then the page is safer in our hands then theirs. How can it be you interpreted it differently?"

They were silent for a moment.

"Do you think that you are listening into a future conversation with these elves or something?"

"I never really thought of that." said Gia, "It would explain it. He would definitely tell us about that after we beat them."

"Heh. Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger." Alex 43 remarked.

Whitefire9 · **Posted:** March 29th, 2007, 6:12 pm

-=-Introduction-=-
-=-Part 2-=-

'Cold... So cold...'

Neithan awakens from his sleep as the cold of the storm seeped through the ancient walls around him and into his bones. Opening his eyes, he found that he was laying atop a platform in a dark, musty chamber. High above his head, the dome of the chamber stood, the gentle curve broken by jagged holes of sky.

A throb of pain through his head made him wince. Holding his hand to his head, he slowly sat up.

'Man... my head hurts... What happened?'

He looked down on himself. He was wearing almost nothing, just a pair of long colorless slacks that had become drenched with the mist of the rain and a small round amulet around his neck.

'Well, that explains why Im so cold.'

He took the amulet in his hand and examined it. It was made from a silvery metal of some sort and strung on a strong silver chain. The main part of the amulet was a round disk with a second, slightly smaller disk inside of that. the second disk was a bit raised from the other, and was circuled by a ring of gold set into the first disk. The two disks and the ring were attatched to a trapizoidal shaped block with some runes on it, which served at the anchor point for the silver shain. Around the inner edge of the second disk were ten circuler indents, each with some sort of rune on them, and in the center of all of these was a large indented circule with another rune upon that. Fine lines were streching out from the center, all the way to the edges of the second disk and down behind the gold ring.

Examining the Amulet a bit more, Neithan then decided to find out where he was. He would have more time later to examin his newfound jewelry a bit more closely.

Rising from the floor, Neithan took in his surroundings. Falling in from the ruined dome above, rain was collecting in pools in the second level of the chamber and falling in small waterfalls to the floor below. From there it flowed to a large crack on one side of the chamber and fell into the darkness below. Bits and blocks of rubble and stone littered the ground, and the tiles of the floor were broken, their colors faded away to a dull grey. Various broken statues rounded the room between large cracked pillers. He tried to make out what the statues looked like, but they had been strongly eroded away by time and the weather, showing no identifiable features. Whatever they once potrayed was now lost to him. He looked down at the platform he was on. It was raised up higher then the rest of the floor by about two feet, and at one time had a large crest emblazened on it, but the crest was severly cracked and wasnt very eligible anymore.

'Where am I...'

Neithan wandered to the edge of the platform and to the crumbling stairs. He steped down onto the damp floor, and moved slowly across the room to the outer wall. The lighting was poor, and his eyes couldent focus well as the lightning crashed above. It looked like the walls and pillers were covered in markings of some sort, writings and inscriptions maybe. He tried to read a portion of them, but the light was still too dark.

Continuing around the room, he stopped before one of the the waterfalls falling from the floor above. At its base layed the broken remains of one of the pillers and some broken blocks of the floor of the above balcony. It looked as if there had once been an alter or a stone table placed there, but it had been destroyed when the piller and the roof above had collapsed through. Shaking off the water that had fallen on himself, he continued around the room.

'This place... Seems somehow familiar... But why?'

He wondered as he continued around the room. Somehow he had been to this place before, but he couldent remember ever being there. The only thing he could remember was that place...

Suddenly the lighting crashed again, and Neithan noticed that there, on the far wall, was a large square recess in the stone. He got just a glimps before the room was cast back into the shadows, but it was enough. He turned and walked across the room.

As he walked closer to the recess, he saw that it was actually a recesed door in the wall. The door was very old, and looked like it hadent been opened for centuries. It was made out of rotting wood held together by rusted braces. The lock was rusted away to dust, and the old iron hinges were almost just as ruined.

'Well, I guess I should look around some through this door. There dosent seem to be anything in here thats going to tell me where I am...'

Pressing his hands agenst the old door and gave a hard shove. The hinges let out a dull groan and snapped, and the door fell down into the passageway beyond. Falling to the floor with a resounding thud, the rusted braces snapped apart and the door broke upon the stone. He stepped over the fallen door and continued on.

The room turned out to be a short hallway opening up into a grand inner courtroom. He was on the third story of a four-story building. A grand stairway went on straight ahead dow to the second level, then on down to the ground floor. It looked like this room was not as badly damaged as the last. There was only a few holes in the roof and one long crack in the floor, and there was even still a few bits of semi-intact furnature lining the walls. The support pillers were all standing still as far as he could see, and the grand cathedral roof above the main part of the room was still standing. To his left and right, there were long hallways that opened into many other rooms. Along the top of the far wall was what was left of a great stained glass window.

'It looks like Im in the ruins of some old castle.'

He sniffed the air. It smelled musty, even with the heavy rain falling outside. There was alot of ash and dust in the air, and something else that he couldent identify right away. He took a long look around the large room, his eyes had finnally focused enough even with the lightning flashes. There were few doors in the main part of the room, most were down the halls to his left and right, a couple were on the second level, and only three were on the ground floor that he could see, besides the huge doors that assumingly lead outside. Other then that, there was nothing that caught his eye.

From what he could see, the Third level was the smallest, containing only the 2 hallways. the Second level was a bit larger, containing a main floor across the base wall of the third level, and two balcony branches skirting the side walls of the grand chamber to the far wall, where each ended in a detailed wooden double door. Along the two branches were three doors each balcony, leading somewhere beyond the grand chamber's walls. the Grand floor was mostly open space. In the very middle was what was left of an old extravegent fountain with two broken stone benches facing the fountain parallell with the side walls. Surounding the center fountain was what looked to be the remains of a garden and four dead trees. Along the sides of the court were the bases of the ten pillers, the bases resting right next to the walls. Im beded within each of the bases were three torches at the first floor level, one on each of the three outward-facing sides, and a single torch each piller at the second story level. Between the last and second to last pillers on each side of the room were a set of doors. The two-story tall entry doors were bordered by stone blocks that went up along the curve of the doors to meet at the point. Right above the door was the huge round curve of a shattered glass window. Most of the glass had broken away and fallen in to the inner court below, making the floor infront of the doors glisten with the flashes of lightning.

Looking up to the grand cathedral roof above, He could see that the roof was supported by the ten pillers rising from the floor four floors below. The tree-like pillers rose up along the sides of the balcony of the second floor up to the roof above. Along the top of the pillers and among the stone butresses he could still make out elaborate engravings and statues imbeded within the stone. jutting from each of the pillers were stone arms, where the tattered strips of cloth that were once huge tapestries or flags were billowing in the wind.

'Nothing here that can help me it seems.'

Giving up on just standing there, he started down the hallway to his left, checking each opened room he could find. He came across a few locked doors, but upon giving the door a little shove, it gave way. Each of the rooms were the same, bare and ruined. After checking each room on the Left corridor, he went back up and went down the other. It was mostly the same, bare rooms and ruined furniture. But this side of the hall seemed more damaged then the other, the walls and floors were cracked and even collapsing down in some of the rooms, and the rooms were generaly more damaged then the other hall. One of the rooms was so badly destroyed there was only half a floor, a bit of a roof, and two walls left. The rest of the room had collapsed away from the building to the ground below. The door had been ripped off of its hinges and was laying on top of the piles of rubble below.

Standing in the doorway of the destroyed room, he could see the blasted landscape around the building. It had once been surrounded by large gardens and a huge forest, but all that was left was a few crumbling stone walls blocking away a charred landscape, broken only by the blackened stumps of the once grand trees and the random bolder and rock jut. There was nothing else except dirt and a few ragged bushes struggling to survive in the desolate waste. As the lightning crashed in the clouds above, he could see the jagged peaks of distant mountains on the horizon.

'Not exactly the most inviting of places...'

He turned back to the hall and started back. Twitching his tail, he wondered what sort of place he had woken to as he went back to his search of the ruined building. perhaps with further search, something that can tell him where he is and what happened here may turn up.

Part three comming soon

. Also note that as the story progresses I am having to edit the previous parts. So re-read them every now and then to see how they are changing.

Karl 67 · **Posted:** March 29th, 2007, 6:40 pm

-----BLAZE ELF STADIUM-----

Karl 67 looked back at the others, who were being led to the bleachers surrounding the huge arena. He looked at the magma that the platform hung above. Some of the magma exits into what look like tunnels. A look outside of a window gave him the view of an elf dipping a crystal seed in the small river of lava, all the while singing. It seems that was how they made their weapons. But somehow, it was so different that by observation, not even he could figure it out.

He heard a guard calling for him, telling him that it was time to test his worthiness. He looked back to the platform to see not one, nor two, but FOUR powerful-looking Blaze Elves, each equally equipped with their own crystal swords and thick leather armor. Karl 67 sang himself a pike and could've sworn that the guard near him was laughing.

He walked out onto the platform with the pike in hand. He looked at the audience to see that the entire place was packed. About two hundred seats were taken. He could easily see Gia, let alone the others in the group. straight ahead was the balcony where the elders sat. As expected, they were there.

Karl 67 turned towards his opponents, who seemed to have chosen their first fighter. The Chief Elder called for attention.

"This is a series of duels. The outlander who understands the full language fluently will combat those four one at a time. You must defeat them using any means necessary. Either you conquer the challenges or... you die."

The audience burst out laughing. "Bad idea..." thought Alex 43, looking at Valence, who seemed to take offense at their laughter at his mentor.

Karl 67 was also slightly ticked off at the uproar. But he was fast enough to evade the first attack. He swung the pike downwards, which was blocked by the sword of the first challenger. The fight had begun.

The sword nearly dug through the platform, it was so sharp. Karl 67 took this as an opportunity and swung the pike at the blaze elf. The elf ducked and pulled the sword out of the ground, spun and thrust the sword at Karl 67's ribcage. He evaded and slammed the pike in the side of the elf's head. The elf sprawled across the platform. He leaped up and swung his sword towards Karl 67. Karl 67's gloved hand grabbed the blade and thrust the pike in his other hand into the blaze elf's gut. The pike disintegrated into a crystal seed in Karl 67's hand. The elf fell with a solid thump.

Karl 67 pocketed the crystal seed and decided to have a go with this strange crystal sword that the blaze elves expertized in. It resembled the sword used by the Fremmenik, except it was all crystalline and glowed slightly red. He looked at his hand. the glove was slashed easily just by grabbing it. He could see his hand was nearly sawed in half. Just by grabbing a blade that wasn't even going fast too...

He sang his hand back together and blocked the first attack by the second challenger. This one leaped back after an attempt to get his opponent. A hit and run technique, as one may call it. Karl 67 readied himself one of the two sickles he slung. The elf came for another attack. Karl 67 blocked it with the sword and attempted to hook the sickle over the elf's neck. He missed, but managed to slash the neck. The elf leaped back, grabbing his neck in pain. The elf slapped a quick bandage over it to stop the bleeding. Karl 67 lowered his sword and sickle as a taunt. Naturally, the elf took the taunt and lunged. Karl 67 attempted the same counter-attack again. He was successful. The force put into the attack broke the sickle, but left shards of dead crystal in the back of the blaze elf's neck. The corpse hit the ground equally to the first one. The crowd booed in shock. Karl 67 picked up the second sword after pocketing the crystal seed. The last two elves turned to each other and nodded.

"Oh shoot..." Karl 67 thought. The crowd came to a cheer. The elders burst out laughing. Alex 43 and the others wondered what the heck is going on.

"(What are they doing?)" asked Maeteru.

"(It's an ancient elven thing.)" replied one of the Blaze elves right beside them. "Looks like your friend is going to be taking them both on at once."

The elves stabbed their swords in the ground and pulled out a crystal seed each. the seeds they had looked like the one Karl 67 saw outside with the elf dipping it into a rover of magma. These crystal seeds transformed into swords as well. The elves pulled their other swords out of the ground as well.

"(Oh man, it's the Fira Brothers. Your friend there is screwed.)"

Maeteru's jaw dropped as he saw the elves both charge towards Karl 67. Valence flinched as he saw the two elves almost effortlessly knock the swords away from Karl 67 and plunge them through his torso. Karl 67 watched as the two elves stepped back unarmed. They pulled out more crystal seeds and made them into swords. He looked down at the hilts of four Blaze Crystal Swords impaling clean through him.

It seemed like an hour as they watched Karl 67 look at the hilts while on his knees. Karl 67 touched the hilts of the blades. He moved his mouth. All of the elves shot looks at Karl 67. They couldn't believe their eyes.

"Oh, by the way," Karl 67 called out while he sang, "Firstly, make sure you take out my voice box first. And secondly, I'm a being of crystal, you just added to my power. He continued his elven singing. The Fira brothers realized their error and charged towards him. But they were too late. The swords absorbed into Karl 67, spreading the magma enhancement throughout Karl 67. Instead of pure white crystal, he had a red tint. The elves swung their new set of swords, but Karl 67 swatted two of them away with his hands and grabbed the others, pulling them away. With the two pulled swords came the two blaze elves, Karl 67 slammed his agility-enhanced arms into their faces, clothes-lining them. Karl 67 snapped his hands over the hilts and slammed both of them into each elf.

The entire stadium was silent. No one dared cough, as it might tick off this warrior. Even Maeteru had a bit of a fear towards Karl 67. Valence looked at nothing in particular, as if he had a epiphany. Karl 67 turned towards the elders, his eyes still pitch-white like his normal crystal form.

The Chief elder acted as if nothing had happened. He stood up and stared at the four corpses. After what seemed like another hour, he started clapping. The rest of the stadium repeated. Karl 67 sheathed both swords and walked across the arena, taking the four other swords and the magma-infused crystal seeds. The elders didn't mind that Karl 67 loot the corpses of four of their champions. After all, four of the seeds were glowing. Karl 67 just left those seeds in the middle of the arena.

"Alright, I beat your best, I would like the page now." Karl 67 calmly said.

"We agreed on it, so we'll let you take it."

The elder held his hand out. Karl 67 felt the same feeling he would have if he was being teleported. When he could see again, He found that he was alone with the elder.

-----SOMEPLACE-----

They were in a sealed room. with no doors in or out. There was no light, save for the light shining down upon a lecturn on a pedestal in the middle of the room.

"That there, is the Tome." The elder said, pointing at the pedestal

Karl 67 walked up towards the lecturn. There were no pages. Karl 67 closed it and looked at the cover.

"You said there was a page." Karl 67 rose his voice slightly.

"Anyone with a real mind would know that the cover is counted as a page." the elder replied, also raising his voice slightly.

Karl 67, though feeling insulted, looked at the cover. It looked pretty advanced knowing any cover of any book he's seen. The cover was furry and a huge golden symbol was painted right on the cover. Karl 67 recognized it was the Guthixian Language of the number seven. All Void Knights learned how to speak in the Guthixian Language at one point in their careers as a Void Knight.

"Is this what you were looking for?" The elder asked.

"Yes," Karl 67 replied. He could already feel the power of just the cover. He began to imagine what the while book would be like.

"You feel the immense power the book could have, can't you? the elder said as Karl 67 felt the spine.

"Believe it or not, yes."

"I already believe it, I've touched it myself. Now it's time for you to go."

-----BLAZE ELF CITY - STADIUM ENTERANCE-----

Karl 67 blacked out again. When he could see again, he was with the others. The cover was in his hands and six swords sheathed on his back and on his thighs. He was at the front of the stadium. The whole place was empty and people were living life as always. Karl 67 couldn't see the others, so he decided to meet them at the door they came from.

MattVortex · **Posted:** April 4th, 2007, 11:53 am

Sorry about the delay.

Karl 67 was directed into a small room, where he was met by the others. He was still glowing slightly with the red glow from the hardened crystal.

'An impressive fight, Karl.' said Maeteru. The others congratulated him also. Maeteru handed him something. 'A prize from one of the high elves. He was most impressed as well.'

Karl took the gift. It was a sword, made of crystal, with viens of lava running through it. It was extremely sharp and very ornate, although was still very fit for battle. It was also very light, great for duels and war.

Karl took out the cover of the book from a leather pouch. The others gathered round.

On the inside of the cover there were various words, moving around in various languages. The languages did not seem to include Modern Elvish, Common Geilinoran or any of the many languages most of them could speak. Every now and then a character of first-age elvish would appear then disappear, but they formed no apparent pattern or sentence.

'Gia, do you recognise any of these languages?'

He pointed to a single symbol which wafted accross the cover then disappeared.

'That one. Its Naechroi.'

'Naechroi?'

'During the war between the Dragon and Dragonkin, the Dragonkin and their mages tried some strange magicks. In one incident, a portal was made into another world, and two or three of that world came through. They had some scriptures with them, and the writing looked like that. We dragons were very good with languages, and deciphered their speech quite quickly. They left after a week, though, and were never heard of again. They did, however, leave us with a small piece of parchment with some of their writing on. I believe that is the symbol for "seek".'

Karl, Maeteru, Gia and Arasa studied the inside of the cover further for another half an hour, writing down all the symbols and words they could recognise. There were not many.

'Seek, path, walk, stone. Helpful.'

'Maeteru, dont you know some deciphering spell?'

'Yeah. I guess I could try...'

Maeteru took out a Wanderer's rune. It vaporised in his han, and its magic span around his hand in a little cloud. He spoke a few words, and laid the magic over the book.

Letters formed, in the Common language. They all peered over it in awe.

I dont think so. Sure, that was powerful magic, i'll give you that. But you're not getting my secrets so easily. Go find the other pages and stop being so lazy. Do you know how long I have been sitting on that bloody pedestal?! Too bloody long to care about your stupid plights. Now go and put me back in my house where I belong. A nice comfy bookcase. Hmm....

'I know where we need to go.' said Arasa.

The others looked at her.

'Within the realm of death, there is a portal to another world. I dont know what it is exactly - but there is a huge stone castle with a long path running up to it. My elders took me there once, after I recieved the bells.'

'Then we go there. Arasa.'

Arasa took out the Bell of Death, holding the clapper to stop it from sounding. She raised it up, and let it release a single, pure note.

'The realm of death.' she said. 'Come, this way.'

Ult_Mac_Dady · **Posted:** April 4th, 2007, 4:42 pm

With the ship sinking behind him, he knew only one goal; find land. He casted coldness in front of him, creating an ice-block. He jumped to it, and landed. He repeated this many times. Soon he saw the shore of Entrina in front of him. Just a little more! He thought. He casted, jumped and landed until the shore was in reach. He jumped and landed on it. Exhausted from his battle to survive, he collapsed.

He needed the rest.

He opened his eyes and saw a fuzzy figure and fell asleep again.

"Eat young boy," said the monk. "You need your energy".

"Where am I?" asked the boy.

"Entrina" replied the Monk.

"Thats an odd name." said the boy shoveling large spoonfuls of soup in his mouth. "Is it Kazzain"?

"What?" said the monk, amazed that the boy had never heard of it.

You know, this looks odd for Kruzina thought the boy, "Where are we?"

"RuneScape" Said the monk.

"It exists?!" shouted the boy.

Name: The Boy (Real name unknown)
Race/Class: Human
Age: 8-12, unknown
Description: A quite young boy, name unknown. Around 5 feet tall, has relitivly good looking cloths on.
Bio: Unkown, came from 'Kruzina' (crew-z-a)
Weapons: A thick staff, Tiitallian (tea-tal-e-an) magic.
Strengths: Tiitallian Magic. Can cast without runes
Weaknesses: Quite young, doesn't know what melee or range is. Has no nolage of anything RuneScapey (Runes, rune, teliporting, many other things).
Position in Mastery: None