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 Post subject: Re: Round robin. WAR OF LORE!
PostPosted: June 18th, 2008, 9:07 pm 
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I'd like to apologize in advance for this ...

He never used a mirror. He knew exactly what he looked like, day in and day out. Should he receive a bump or a dent in his armor, he would know about it immediately, and get it smoothed out as quickly as possible before doing anything else. It was the only way he was truly 100% comfortable, for every dent brought an uncomfortable pain upon him. His sensitivity was extreme, despite being made of metal.

TAP-TAP-TAP ...

Adamantite, at that, which is one of the more lightest and self-adherent metals when compared to the stronger brothers; runite and dragon-metal, as well as the rare rithlyte and enogan. Despite it being soft, he took pride in his adamantite armor, giving it a nice wax tarnish and even painting it with a permanent blue metallic dye which involved him jumping in a large boiling vat and lying out in the sun for a day. The result ...

A lawsuit against Jonston's Prank-Dye. Goes on blue, comes out pink. Great for crashing parties and marriages. Get yours today!

TAP-TAP-TAP ...

He had considered adding a layer of a stronger metal to himself so he would become much more durable then he currently stood, but it had been difficult. He disliked runite, as it had a horrible smell to it, and despite being a spirit, he found he was allergic to it. Dragon-metal, though it was tougher then runite, had a dark magic to it and shone in a blood-red hue - something he greatly disliked having to look at for a while.

Rithlyte, an electrolyzed alloy of mithril and runite, is the base material of Gia's sword, and can only be created through the use of a trained White Dragon's electric breath. Poor Gia couldn't do it, no matter how hard he trained, but one day, he thought, Gia would pull it off, and he would use that.

Enogan ... definitely out of the question. The only existing source in the world (30 grams) resided in the staff given to him by the otherworldly Dex to train this newfound power known as Majiya. Lately he had been training it to a great extent in dedication to the strange little creature, despite its resulting in major headaches. Also, the metal itself had a peculiar disruption to the existence of this material influence, making it constantly change shape whenever it moved through the air. Even if he got enough of it to cover him, he didn't want to be constantly changing shape against his will in the midst of battle.

TAP-TAP-TAP ...

Ah, battle. It's been a long time since the Battle of the Eastern Project, to which Dex sacrificed himself to end once and for all. Somehow, though, he survived a supposedly guaranteed death, and he took the mastermind behind it with him back to his own dimension, leaving behind nothing but his staff and the memories of his existence. When he thought of battle, he thought of Dex.

Dex the Untouchable. He wanted to give him that title because he literally was. Even if someone was able to even lay a finger on him, they probably didn't live long to be proud of it. The only thing fiercer then his powers was his temper, and even though he didn't actually "kill" everyone he hated, he prided himself on making them experience a "fate worse than death". It was unnervingly entertaining to watch.

So there he stood, gazing at his reflection from the ocean water. Back then, throughout the many battles, and even now, he hadn't changed a bit. Forever static, he thought. Caring less about his appearance, he splashed himself off by the cold ocean, removing access dirt from himself and destroyed th crystal-clear image of himself.

TAP-TAP-TAP ...

It was a fine day today; windless and sunny, and not a cloud in the sky to be seen for miles. The many varieties of trees on the island took in this sunlight in the most dazzling manner, and he stood transfixed for a moment before heading into the dense foliage. He just had to check on the disease-prone Jonna-Grass, and then he could return to the chapel.

TAP-TAP-TAP ...

The grass held its dark bluish color rather nicely over that storm last week, he thought. That fertilizer really helped out. It will be ready to harvest tomorrow, and when it is, he'll have the final ingredient needed for an experimental potion he hopes will really make a difference to the world.

TAP-TAP-TAP ...

He held his spear down towards a scrawny-looking weed, and a jolt of lightning burned it to ashes straight into the root. If no weeds are allowed to grow here, he thought, the island can remain lush and vegetative forever.

TAP-TAP-TAP ... CRAACK! OW!

Like a spring he shot up, leaping up the trees and shooting between them in the upper canopies. That's all it took - a difference, a change, just a minor tweak in the natural atmosphere, and he was off to investigate. His focus was all over; what direction to go, which tree to jump to next, the possibilities of a mis-calculation ... he even identified the different trees merely by making contact with them with every jump. Yew ... Karamjan Palm ... Longtop Fir ... Holy Pine ... Magic-Maid Willow ...

His efforts resulted in his sudden appearance in the island's ore-yard, where his one friend Gia was trying to stop his right upper claw from squirting blood all over the large metal contraption. In a flash, he back-flipped up, reverting his forward energy to backward, and twisted around in mid-air to continue his stream of jumping into the chapel, to which he shot in, slid into the pantry, whipped out a box of cloth, and without missing a beat, shot right back out. Not even a minute had passed between the disruption of everyday sound to the moment he started wrapping Gia's finger in herb-encrusted cloth.

"I have never seen you so high-strung." Gia commented, a surprised look sprawled on his face.

"I always want to be ready for anything." he replied, "If I have to get somewhere in 30 seconds or less, I want to be able to."

Gia smiled and shook his head.

"We are retired now, aren't we?" he asked.

Alex 43: Saradomin Warrior, Spell-Summoner, and Majiya-Trainee, disagreed.

"Sure, we may be retired," he said, "But we should still keep ourselves trained and fit. It's only healthy."

Gia only shrugged. He desired a carefree, fight-free life, but Alex 43 remained eager to do battle. A warrior at heart he was, thought Gia, created for the sole purpose to fight in Saradomin's name.

"So," Alex 43 casually and humorously said, "Do I finally get to know today exactly what this thing you've been working on for a month is?"

"Nope." Gia casually and humorously replied, taking hammer in hand again, "It won't be done until it's done."

So that's how it is, then, thought Alex 43. Very well, then. I've got a little secret you're going to have to earn in time yourself. One last inspection to Gia's injury (no, really, it's fine!), and he was off walking towards the chapel to start lunch.

Yes, today will be a fine day, indeed.

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 Post subject: Re: Round robin. WAR OF LORE!
PostPosted: June 19th, 2008, 9:21 am 
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"We have to get out of here. This monastery has no defenses against anything thrown at it. Zamorak himself could walk right in through the front door. There isn't even a door!" Momsrascal said.

"Where will we go?" A monk asked.

"Entrana. Everyone here will be safer there." Momsrascal replied. Some of the monks were reluctant to leave the monastery for fear of what was out there at this point. The truth is, it would only be far worse if they stay. Momsrascal drew her swords. Elise got her spells ready. They walked out of the monastery, the monks following closely behind Momsrascal and Elise. They got to the port after a few quick scuffles with lesser demons and zombies. The monks by the boat to Entrana seemed to act as if nothing is going on.

"That's a rather large crowd. Are you all going to Entrana?" The monk asked. "But she'll have to get rid of her swords." He said. A monk from Momsrascal's group walked up to the front of the crowd.

"Brother, these are special circumstances. It is not advised to remove her divine protection." The monk explained.

"Protection?" he asked.

"Something big is going on with the gods. We were attacked by demons on our way here. We saw hoards of the undead and even saw a black dragon on the way here!" Momsrascal explained.

"This sounds serious... You all may board then." The monk said letting them board. All the monks, Momsrascal and Elise boarded the ship and they set sail. Half way there, Momsrascal pondered where Alex43 was. Surely he had noticed something if he is not in an area of peace. And what about everyone else?

"The seas are surprisingly calm." Elise said. Momsrascal looked around. It was true that the seas were calm despite all the chaos that had ensued not too long ago.

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PostPosted: June 19th, 2008, 10:56 am 
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Name: Karl 67 (or "the 67th"), usually simply Karl. Last name undisclosed, due to shame.

Age: Also unknown, but dated back to the Lesser Known Elven Civil War.

Occupation: Currently none, but used to be a Void Knight.

Race: Elf, made of Elf crystal

Description: An elf made entirely of Elf Crystal with pitch-white eyes that could be mistaken as "glowing". His hair equally crystal, but fogged to give the impression that it's hair and not skin. If one looks closely, one could see crystallized versions of his blood vessels and organs.

Ailment: Ultimately, Guthix.

Weapons: A fine-crafted crystal sword from another world. heat-enchanted, but doesn't set things on fire. It's just warm to the touch, sharper than razors, and is so finely crafted that it doesn't degrade. It's also crated in a way that only people of his handiwork and agility could use it properly. Also has a pouch full of crystal seeds which he can use to make weapons or even additions to his anatomy.

Armor: Void Knight vest and pants, his own skin, made of elf crystal.

Strengths: He is extremely agile, able to run on water for a short time and even in mid-air for a shorter time. He can also use his "crystal singing" abilities to "heal" wounds he may get. If he uses his claws of Guthix, they're extremely powerful. However, the only way he can actually use it is if he has the time to charge it, an actual Guthix staff, and enough runes, as his claws of Guthix take far more runes than the conventional claws used by regular magi.

Weaknesses: He cannot be healed by other conventional healing means other than crystal singing. If his voice box is damaged, the only way he can heal is by another crystal singer or by using a crystal bowl, either of which are pretty rare. He also cannot use bows of any kind, not even crossbows. No one knows why, but any time he uses them, his aim sucks, his handling sucks, and he even accidentally shot himself one time. He's never liked the weapons to begin with.

Likes: Tea, creating new things with his crystal singing techniques.

Dislikes: Bows, Crossbows, any agility shortcut that requires the grappling hook. (he still takes them, just without the crossbow.)

Biography: He was apparently born to a family of expert marksmen. The irony of which gave the family a bad name, so Karl was outcast. He ultimately became part of the Elven Rebel forces as cannon fodder. His bunkmates were all good people, but they were all killed by a traitor, who went to fight with the Elven Army that first threw out Karl in the first place. With nothing to lose, He took his pike with him, along with a pouch containing the crystal seeds of all of his friends weapons, and escaped Isafdar. He threw away his elven uniform and hid his ears when he entered the Human lands. He was marked and chased by the City army, as his presence threatened the discovery of their Mourner Forces. Karl was never found, and his presence never did anything.

After doing assorted odd jobs, he ended his travels washed up on the shores of a Void Knight outpost. He joined amongst the ranks, as Seren was nowhere to be contacted. With no other "diety" to turn to, he followed Guthix, and respected the ideals of Guthix. After a few weeks of Void Knight-ing, he started to grow an interesting reputation amongst the other Void Knights. Something he thought was not exactly called-for in the name of balance. Guthix at one point even came down and informed Karl of his amazing determination to keep the balance by pushing back the dimensional invaders. Before it was 90% a victory to the enemy. Thanks to Karl's efforts, combined with the morale boost he gave to the others, that statistic turned into 52% for the Void Knights.

Karl was then taken up by the Mastery of the White Dragon as one of its founders. He became a frontline general and even took the helm of one of the great War Machines built in that time of dimensional war. It was also the same time he got his sword and crystal "body".

After the Mastery of the White Dragon, he went on his Swan Song of Void Knight fighting, as the Dimensional War against the Pest Control monsters was a no-brain "win" for the Void Knights, Karl was kidnapped by the forces from the East. The Eastern Project events come from there. Afterwards, he finally retired and went back to his odd jobs he always went on before he joined the Void Knights.

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Momsrascal's stomach started to growl. She had to some bread in her bag but as she was about to take it out to eat it she thought, "I don't have enough to share. Maybe I shouldn't eat this in front of everyone else... I'll survive until we get there..." Momsrascal decided to take a nap in the crows nest. She quickly fell asleep...

Elise went up in the crows nest later to wake up Momsrascal.

"Get up. We're here." She said.

"Mmm? Oh, ok." Momsrascal said getting up and climbing down onto the deck with Elise. They got off the ship and were in Entrana.

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"Catherby, sweet Catherby. You haven't changed one bit."

Zac Glenn strolls into the bank.

"How's everyone today?"

No response.

"That's fine. I'll be on my way soon enough."

[Thoughts] "Let's see, a monkfish sounds delightful. Haha, I have a couple kegs left from last years birthday bash. One of those, will take the edge off. Sounds like a good lunch break to me. What's this note, [Zac, meet me in the basement of the mage's guild asap!] Sounds like something to do. . . Do I want to though? Lemme have lunch and we'll see where I end up after this keg, haha.

Eats monkfish and drinks keg.

"Hi, little lady! I. . . I've lust me way. Mey Iz go hume wiff you? Pease pwetty lady."

She takes my hand. This looks good. :D

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PostPosted: June 20th, 2008, 8:24 pm 
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Momsrascal remembered back to the previous war. She and Elise hadn't been doing much since then. Elise attended school like a normal girl up until this happened. Momsrascal had moved to Ardougne. She really just wandered around, sleeping where ever she found a bed she could sleep in before meeting Elise. After the war, she worked hard on building her house for her and Elise. The house after a few years of Momsrascal's handy work, it transformed into a two story dream home with a basement.

The first floor had a lobby, a kitchen, a room where she built her furniture and a training area for her to keep her fighting skills sharp. The basement was a game room for Elise. Up stairs had a bathroom, and their bedrooms. The back yard had a garden where Momsrascal grew fruits, vegetables and herbs. She wondered the condition of her home now, wondering if Zamorak's minions have gotten to wrecking the place yet... "Oh no... The house... There's probably nothing left of it..." Momsrascal thought. "Oh forget. Let's take care of this first." Momsrascal thought. She felt something in her lap and looked to see a black cat.

"Shadow! You followed us here?" Momsrascal said.

"Everyone seems to like stalking you." Elise said with a small laugh.

Meanwhile...

"I think that was Momsrascal's house." Darkrascal said looking a two story house... OR what used to be a two story house. "High five!" Darkrascal said to a greater demon raising her hand for a high five. The demon ignored her high five. "Eh... Nevermind then." She said.

"Oh look, a coward!" Lawrence said referring to a guard he found cowering behind a wall. The guard tried to run but didn't get far as a Zamorakian katana pierced through his chest.

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PostPosted: June 22nd, 2008, 12:06 am 
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Unlike modern-day dragons, Gia and the race of White Dragons, in honor of Saradomin and the life of the many creatures of the planet, were vegetarian. They had built large plant-farms all around the country, sharing crops with friends, selling the remainder for the population, and even setting aside a surrounding patch primarily for pests. As good as they were farmers, they were also cooks, and when they weren't marinated boiled vegetables in hand-ground spices and sauce, they were most likely experimenting with an entirely new combination. Fruits, vegetables, and wheat products, all come together to form an interesting array of healthy green dishes that gave the race great strength and endurance over the years.

Alex 43 missed the flavor of meat dishes. With Manya and Dex, who were anything BUT vegetarian, Gia usually had to fend for himself while the rest feasted on roasted pork, fowl, chicken, and anything else over-killed for one's satisfying hunger. Manya had taken over the kitchen from Gia and introduced his own unique combinations of the four food groups, including some impressively satisfying odd-ball dinners where he would blindfold himself, throw ingredients into a pot, and then work with it without throwing away more then a kilogram (Utensil-Drawer Fondue was the low-point).

Now that they were gone, Alex 43 never bought meat anymore, because it just wasn't worth cooking for himself and leaving Gia to his own methods. It was best that he endure the dullness of the same sorts of vegetable combinations that he had to offer and experiment with. Besides, part of his newfound passion of herbology involved him making herb combinations for consumption effects as well as taste. An irit/conch leaf combination really brings out the flavors in salads, for example, and even adding just a pinch of a climent/avantoe-prime/guam combo (he called it "CAG") even made cabbage taste like chicken.

That's what he was using in today's dish. A big bowl of chopped up lettuce, cabbage, spinach, roasted Karamjan palm leaves, a little bit of ground Luar tree leaf extract (makes a really sweet dressing), and the CAG combo spice. Everything grown themselves on the island. Spiced-up potatoes, of course, would make up the main course. No need for dessert, because the food was just that good.

Of course, anyone looking in the kitchen and watching him cook would think, "Why would he be cooking? He's a spirit!" ... well, that was true, he "didn't" need to eat. But he could, and he tasted things, so why throw away something so fantastic just because he didn't have to? Besides, despite not being a carbon-based life-form, he got his energy from food just the same as anything else.

A pinch of garlic pepper ...

FWOOOOSH!

Cooking was an art. That's all it could be. An art filled with sights, smells, and sounds.

"So, how goes your medicine?" Gia's smooth voice flowed in through the window.

Alex 43 smiled. Same problem, as usual. Since his answer wasn't about to change, he would always come up with a different solution to the problem in the form of a joke, as nobody in their right minds would want to carry it out.

"I've just about got it." he called back, "I've got it all figured out. If we turn all the humans into lab rats, then it'll be complete!"

Gia laughed. A low-pitched sort of a rapid roaring, but a distinguishable laugh nevertheless. Alex hardly ever failed to get him (or anyone, for that matter) to laugh, even when he didn't mean to.

The kitchen, as well as the entire chapel, was all completely hand-built by the duo. Solid red mahogany, specially treated against rot and fatigue. Not what most would use as a primary building material, but thanks to a treatment recipe Gia brought with him in the self-stasis, it became more versatile then even granite and concrete. Looks quite nifty, too, especially with a water-proof paint job.

The rooms themselves were as any. 4 floors, 3 of them composing of bedrooms and facilities; the main floor housing the kitchen and extras. The chapel itself was the main highlight; a large, tall room with arched ceilings and large stained-glass windows casting an array of colors throughout the area, depending where the sun appears. the altar stood at one end, with several rows of pews facing it, and in the other end, a large opulent dining table and several matching chairs for meals.

Most of the handiwork was mahogany - one of their favorite building materials. Hand-crafted themselves, from the large wooden pillars supporting the ceiling arches to even the knobs on the guilded mahogany dresser drawers. Every little bit of it came straight from a mahogany tree, and with that, lots of practice in the art of carpentry and milling between the both of them.

Not only is the material composition of the chapel unique, but also the landmark on which it sits. Or rather, a big rock in the middle of the ocean, hollowed out like a bowl to hold soil and sanded to prevent ocean water from washing it away. Not even a sign of land for many miles around. This was their sanctuary; a spot in the middle of nowhere that lost sailors could be saved by, so long as they looked out for the glowing silver star lit up every night, poised atop an incredibly high tower for the world to see.

Thus was their home, and thus was their life. Simple.

"Hey, Gia," Alex called out the window towards the mining yard, trying to stir up conversation, "When was the last time you've even seen your sword?"

"Not since we renovated." Gia replied, hitting something distinctly metal outside, "It's always been the hammer, not the sword."

Indeed, a good way to go, thought Alex.

"You never actually practice with it anymore? Or with any sort of combat-related weapon?" he asked.

Gia shouted back his reply as though hardly being able to suppress a raging annoyance.

"I've told you several times! I hate fighting! So long as I don't have to be involved in any, I will be all right with whatever comes my way."

Alex 43 was quick to respond, "But there's always pirates. You know how those go."

"Yeah, if your Pureblade summon doesn't get them first." Gia replied.

Alex 43 sensed an argument brewing. They were ironically fun for the both of them.

"All right, then," Alex 43 said, whacking at the salad like a machete-wielding forester, "How about the next time we get raided, I 'just so happen to decide' that I'm going to let you fight off every single one alone?"

"Swords aren't the only things that can thwart invasions and send people running." Gia retorted.

.. nope, he lost this one.

"OK, fine, you do whatever." Alex 43 surrendered, "I just don't want to hear you wish you've been training like I have."

Gia was quick to start another argument. He was enjoying this.

"Yeah, 3 hours of combat training and another 3 hours of majiya every day. If you laid off some of that pointless time-wasting, you might have that medicine finished by now!"

"This isn't something to be rushed, Gia." Alex 43 fought back, "Herbology is all about waiting. Waiting to grow, waiting to seep, waiting to meld. Standing around for hours doing nothing would make less sense. We have our chores - do what we can, whenever it's needed, and when I've got nothing to do- which, I might add, is roughly 6 hours worth every day-"

"All right, all right. So it's good cardio, and something to do." Gia surrendered. One for one.

Alex 43 sliced the potatoes open, quickly seasoned them, and in seconds, two large bowls were filled with yumminess.

"Lunch is ready. Care to leave it a tie this time?" he asked.

"Sure, if you're willing to." Gia replied, and the sound of a dropped hammer rapped the air.

We really need to think of a few new games, Alex 43 thought.

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PostPosted: June 22nd, 2008, 10:22 am 
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"Lawrence!" Darkrascal called out to him gleefully before tackling him with a hug.

"OOF!" Lawrence said as he fell to the ground and got up hugging her. Her face lit up upon hearing him say 'I love you.' Despite his perverted, egotistic and smart alecky ways she loved him. And his good points shone when he was with her. He was generous and kind to her and treated her like a princess. He played several instruments but her favorite of all was the violin. She loved to hear him play it. He had alot of medical experience and always treated any holy burns with great care. He had maids and a trusted demon butler to do housekeeping for him but he always cooked for himself and Darkrascal and the meals he cooked were always delicious. She had no clue why she felt this way. Zamorak had admitted to pairing them up but there was more to it.

Lawrence looked at her and smiled. She was perfect in every way to him. She was beautiful and at the same time tough. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy. Even though she was sometimes tough on him, it was only because she cared. He liked her dark sense of humor and that she was willing to do anything for him. If ever there was a suitable bed with no room for her while they traveled, she'd offer to sleep on the floor then he'd try to offer her the bed. Soon they would argue over who slept on the floor.
"I slept on the bare ground before. I don't mind!" Darkrascal would say.
"Yes but... You're a lady, you should get the bed." He would argue back.

Suddenly, Zamorak appeared before them.

"All right you lovebirds. I'm leaving you in charge of the black knights." He said.

"What!? You can't just suddenly announce that!" Darkrascal protested. She hated the idea of being around Zamorak's meat puppets for too long.

"I can and you'll do it!" Zamorak said in a threatening tone.

"It's not all that bad. We get to be in charge of them!" Lawrence said. Darkrascal did like the idea of having authority.

"Fine..." She said, giving up the argument.

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A lone soldier sat on a crate on top of the wall. He was one of the few guards that were stationed there to defend the base while the others went out to try to take the enemy flag. Another day in Castle Wars, with its unpredictable players, fast-changing tactics, and generally easy-to-traverse terrain. The tables could turn at any moment.

However, this didn't seem like the case. The score was one to nothing for the Zamorak Team. Many citizens joined the Zamorak team just because they liked the colour red, if not for the slight terrain advantage the dark fortress gives them.

The guard was relaxed, too relaxed to notice the blue-hooded figure move silently swords him. With a glint of crystal reflecting the near-set sun, the man fell down. The sword left the carcass of the dispatched guard, still clean as a whistle. The sword was hidden again within the blue cloak and the figure turned towards the castle. With a jump, he was on the inner wall. With more bounds, he was up two flights of stairs. Two guards stood between the figure and the blood-red flag bearing Zamorak's symbol. Both guards whipped out their assorted weapons. One had an abyssal whip, while the other donned a battle axe made from the red material known as Dragon.

The figure whipped out his own sword, twirling it to show off its impeccable balance and a warning to the guards not to mess with the intruder. The guards failed to oblige, and they attacked. Within seconds, the first guard's whip was pulled away from him and he was kicked back. Before the second guard could do anything, the crystal sword stabbed into his neck. No blood came out, as the magic shrouding the arena prevented ultimate death of the players. The axe-weilding guard fell down like the guard on the wall. The whip-weilding guard tried to get up, but the figure wrapped the guard's own whip around the guard's neck. With a harsh tug, the guard was killed.

The figure then turned towards the flag, admiring the slight glow it emitted. He knew that taking the flag would alert the entire Zamorakian Team of his presence. He shrugged off the fear of risk and grasped the flag, lifting it out of the pedestal.

He then ran towards the edge and jumped. He soared through the sky out of the castle and over the first wall. Upon landing, he rolled to prevent any fall damage. He kept his death grip on the flag and pulled out his crystal sword with the other hand. He burst into a sprint towards the stepping stones south from the castle.

It wasn't long before the Zamorak Team got sight of the figure, and they all charged at him, shooting arrows and spell after spell at the figure. The figure was too fast, however, and he burned a path through the door to the Saradomin fortress, mumbling something about "idiots leaving the door open."

Within more jumps, he was at the top of the fortress. He melded the Zamorakian flag into the Saradomin flag. The scoreboard sounded off, announcing the tie the figure just caused.

Another thirty seconds later, an alarm sounded off, announcing the end of the game.

"Just what I wanted, a well-balanced game." the figure muttered as he found himself in possession of another ticket within the Castle Wars Lobby. He reached into his pocket and produced a book filled with tickets. Altogether, he had five hundred. He walked to Lanthus, the owner of Castle Wars, and bought a decorative sword.

There never was a reason as to why he bought the sword. He had his own crystal sword, which was far more efficient, sharper, and cannot go dull. But he just liked the look of the sword. He took the sheathed gold-hilted sword and slung it onto his back, along with what looked like a crystal pike.

He left the cloak and hood with Lanthus, who hurriedly put them away. As the figure left the building, the near-set sun shone on his features. He was comprised entirely of crystal, wearing simple black trousers held up by a belt, and a sleeveless armor shirt bearing the Void Knight symbol. The symbol itself was faded, something a regular Void Knight would never allow. The man was not a Void Knight... Not anymore at least. He was retired at a still young age, compared to other elves. On his belt was another sheath, An empty one, meant for his crystal sword. On the left side, opposite the sheath, there was a relatively medium-sized pouch. Within that were a large number of crystal seeds, all taken from the elves that either died by his hand, or alongside his hand. He respects each one and uses them when the time is needed for them. He usually uses them for practicing his Crystal Singing, which, compared to the average elf, is the stuff of legends.

Now that he had the decorative sword, which he got for literally no reason, he wondered what to do next. After a while of thinking, he decided to visit his old "friends". One was more like a brother, but that didn't detract from the fact that he wanted to visit them. He walked down to the Feldip hills and strapped himself onto a glider within the "airport" that was stationed there, as a result of a "small favour". Flying out to the ocean, the elf noticed the "dull" light that was emitting from the middle of nowhere, dull and hard-to-see, since the day was not over yet. As much as he was no longer a religious person, he was not one to abandon his friends because they weren't. He never minded the giant symbol that depicted the "God of Wisdom and all that is good". It was functional as a light for travelers to find a safe haven, and that's all that mattered for him.

About a minute later, the elf realised that he as never good with manual landings. The glider itself was undamaged, but the landing was too close for comfort. He set down the glider harmlessly and walked towards the giant building in the middle of the island.

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"Wow, that lady. . . whAT!"

Why am I on a boat!? Where am I? How much did I drink? Mmm. . . a drink does sound rather tasty!

Zac Glenn pans the surrounding area for any sign of alcohol.

Why does Guthix hate me so? Guthix, haha I could own him in a duel.

"I do need to get out of here. I suppose a home teleport would do me just fine. Save my own runes for something of importance haha," mutters to himself.

"Hello Lumbridge!"

Zac Glenn heads to the bank at the top of Lumbridge Castle. He withdraws his dragon dagger super poison.

I think I'll have a spot of fun with the men running around in Lumbridge. Watching them die from the poison in their blood will past the time quite well I presume.

Zac Glenn heads down to the main yard and starts stabbing all the men once.

"Did I poke you? Please, do forgive me?"
"I'm sorry, I forgot that was out. I'm putting it away now."
"It's just a poke, don't worry."
"Good day sir. Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that."

Now only a matter of time. I wonder how these ones will react.
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"Heh... What stupid noobs... I saw what he did there." Darkrascal said to Lawrence. She was watching Zac Glenn. Lawrence chuckled to himself watching the men keel over from the poison. "He's definitely not Zamorakian though as far as I can tell. Probably just some guy that's bored out of his mind." Lawrence pointed out.
"Your not very observant." Darkrascal said to Zac.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked. "You didn't notice demons ripping people's head off? Or the increased number of imps here? Are you even a follower of Zamorak?" She asked.

Meanwhile in Entrana...

Elise had dropped the flare that Zac Glenn had given her.

"What did you do that for?" Momsrascal asked. "Now he'll probably end up here for nothing." Momsrascal said.

"It was an accident." She said.

"I doubt he'll ever see it anyway..." Momsrascal said.

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"Meh, imps are imps. One day you complain about not having enough, the next you have so many you don't know what to do with them all. Personally, I'd catch them, but I'm no hunter."

"A follower of Zamorak? I follow him when he starts to run away from our fight, that's about it. Why, are you part of his cult?"

Zac Glenn turns around.

There you are. I thought I saw you trying to get my attention.


Referring to the flare.

"Well friends, or people I just met, I must be going. I'm being summoned by. . . my other friends, or people I met earlier."

Walks out of Lumbridge yard and heads West towards Draynor & Port Sarium.

I wonder where the flare is coming from. I wonder what kind of danger they're in. Should I run? I guess I could for a little while. Don't mind the exercise, haha.


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Name: Jason Taliasse Lendil (Goes by Jason)
Age: 130 (Looks around 30)
Race: Elven
Alignment: Lawful Good, he's a follower of Saradomin
Class: Paladin
Weapons:
Skrealing, Diamond-edge sword
Jason has inherited his father's crystalite sword, Skrealing. The sword's blade is made of pure diamond and saphire, with a bit of dragonstone in its heart. Its hilt is made from refined dragon ore, and its handle is made out of yew and runite. Skrealing is always hanging by his side in its red velvet and yew wood scabbard. In a gem spot on his scabbard is a dark red ruby. It was given to him by his mother and is very precious to him. He's nearly lost it many times in battle when his scabbard was pulled or cut from his waist. He's thinking about having it made into a necklace.

Tisanta, Throwing/parrying knife
Tisanta was a gift from Skyrate after the great Eastern Project war, in which his crystal shield had been shattered (even the seed was splintered, due to the massive force the shield took). It's obvious the dagger is not made of any known metal or crystal material, Skyrate did not say where he got it. It is sufficient for parrying light attacks or throwing up to 30 yards.

The Scaarz-Got Blade, Broadsword
The Scaarz-Got is the only known item made of Millitharnin, though it has but a little. Millitharnin is an extremely rare ore only ever found twice in all the ages of RuneScape. The first bit was found in the First Age and the second bit was found only 20 years ago. Jason was lucky enough to get it. He had the smiths of Kailenia re-build the Scaarz-Got blade.

The Scaarz-Got does not easily dull. Infact, in the twenty years of its use, it has never chipped or dulled, even though it has constantly been used.

Skrealing is always on Jason's left side when he leaves Kailenia.
Tisanta is always on Jason, though he usually has it hidden.
The Scaarz-Got is only on Jason when he goes adventuring or to battle. It is sheathed on his right side.


Armor: Usually wears no armor when in Elduvian or on the Kailenian islands. He'll wear a Rune Chain covered by a red vest bearing the herald of Elduvian when outside of Kailenia. When in war (with sufficient time to prepare for it) he'll wear his white full plate armor, which also bears the herald of Elduvian.
Strengths: Diplomacy, archery and melee combat.
Weaknesses: Mages (if in his full plate) and archers (if in his chain)
Physical Description: Around 5'11", being of a fairly strong build with brown eyes and short brown hair. He wears a grey cape with a white star on it.
History: Jason was born in his Father's Castle, Elduvian. His Fathers Kingdom, Kailenian (Kye-leen-ee-uh), is located on 5 islands south-east of Karamja. There are four smaller islands each one pointing in each of the compass point directions. The bigger and main island which is in the middle is where the castle Elduvian is.

Jason was one of the commanders in the war against the Easterners. He commanded many of the troops sent by his kingdom.


Name: Skyrate ShadowStorm
Age: 12,198
Race: Imlandrian
Alignment: He appears to be good, though no one has ever had the guts to actually ask him.
Personality: Stern and hard. He seems shifty and untrustable, but at the same time one of the most trustworthy people you've ever met.
Class: Paladin, though his true class is Shadow Rider. He is a fully trained Paladin, but he is also a Master Shadow Rider (Shadow Riders are an extinct class, he's one of the last).
Weapons:
Coreth-Nil, Katanna
Coreth-Nil is a black hilted, silver edged katanna. It, like Tisanta, is made of an unknown metal, unknown to everyone except Skyrate at least.

Coreth-nil is an Evil Bane, thus it does extra damage to anyone aligned to darkness and evil doing. It is also a werewolf bane, due to its silver edges.

Corion-Dialect, Katanna
Corion-Dialect is a black hilted, black bladed katanna. It, like Coreth-Nil and Tisanta, is made of an unknown metal.

Corion-Dialect is a Chaos Bane, thus it does extra damage to any chaotic aligned creature. It is also an Abyssal Bane, thus making it deal extra damage to Abyssal monsters.

Both Coreth-Nil and Corion-Dialect are sheathed criss-cross on his back.

The Blessing of Armadyl, Broad sword
The Blessing of Armadyl is a sacred sword, only one person in all of Gielinor can wield it without being struck dead, that person is Skyrate. The story of how he attained such a great sword is a very long one. The sword is both a physical item and a spiritual item. It is a white broad sword of normal length and build. The only odd thing about it is that it neither dulls nor degrades.

It is also a spiritual Blessing, from Armadyl the god of Law and Order. There are many myths about what the Blessing actually is. Some say it grants immunity to death, others say it will resurrect its wielder if they die when wielding it, and still others say that if the wielder dies they will come back as an invulnerable spirit. Nobody but Skyrate really knows if there true or not, and there's no way to make him say if they are or not.

All people know is that it must have some great power, for it brought an undead necromancer back to life...and brought him to the light again.

The Blessing of Armadyl is sheathed in a dark scabbard on his left side.

Armor: He doesn't appear to wear any aside from midnight black leather armor.
Strengths: Speed, Agility, Accuracy, and Concealment.
Weaknesses: Archers and Mages, though both would have to be in a rather large quantity to harm him.
Physical Description: Dark and mysterious. If you didn't know him then you would most likely be afraid of him. If you did know him then you would most likely respect him. He's 6'4" tall and of a strong build. He wears a black cloak which has a white star on it which can only be seen by followers of Saradomin or Armadyl.
History: Not much seems to be known about this strange wanderer. Many records tell of a shadow which moves like a man. These tales have been found in records dating back to the first age. Many people who see him think he's just a hotshot wearing a dark cloak and hood, if they were to ever meet him in combat they would think differently.

In the War of the Eastern Project Skyrate commanded many soldiers of all types. He also defeated many fearsome adversaries in the war, most notably was Karmit Negoroc.

Skyrate is extremely adept with all types of combat, focusing on melee both with and without weapons. His martial combat skills have so far been unmatched.

Name: Sylena ShadowScythe
Age: 12,196 (She looks in her 20s)
Race: Imlandrian
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good, you can tell from her voice.
Personality: Kind and considerate to most people, serious and concentrated when fighting
Class: Rogue, Shadow Rider(Master)
Weapons:
Faeris Palaris, Wrist Blade
Faeris Palaris is a blue bladed, silver handled Wrist Blade. It is made of a metal known only to Sylena and Skyrate.

Airion, Blade of the Night, Wrist Blade
Airion's blade is pure black, its hilt & handle is a faint maroon. It is made of a metal known only to Sylena and Skyrate.

Airion is a Magick-Bender, an extremely rare type of weapon which can deflect, redirect, and even hold most spells.

Faeris Palaris and Airion are sheathed on either side of her waist.

Tenkys(10), Throwing Stars
Tenkys are black, star shaped, throwing stars. They are made of an unknown metal which is strong and lightweight.

Armor: She doesn't appear to have any except for her midnight black clothing.
Strengths: Incredible Dexterity, Speed, and Agility.
Weaknesses: Her Dexterity comes at the cost of being fairly fragile, and thus cannot sustain many physical wounds.
Physical Description: A dark figure with Asian(tan-brown) colored skin and long black hair which comes down to her waist(or, when braided, comes to the middle of her back), she has pretty brown eyes. She's 5'5" and of a light, slender build. She wears a light black cloak with hood, which is sometimes shadowing her face.
History: Sylena was not recorded in any histories until around a thousand years ago, where she was written of as 'The blade of the night'.

Name: Michael
Age: 425, He looks about 40
Race: Nature Elemental
Alignment: Lawful Good, though he follows Guthix.
Personality: Generous and kind, though sometimes quick to anger.
Class: Mage (Elementalist) and Martial Artist
Weapons:
Woad Wave, Battle Staff
Woad Wave is a 8' long staff made out of a magic tree branch. It has a 2' long runeite blade at the top of it. Where the blade meets the magic tree shaft there is a green maple leaf.
Armor: Dark Green, light weight, robes. He can use natural surroundings to protect him also.
Strengths: His ability to take the form of many natural thing allows him to be as strong as runite or stone (or any other strong natural thing). This ability also allows him to become ethereal like air. He can usually hold his own in melee combat, though he lacks armor.
Weaknesses: His lack of any type of worked armor makes it hard for him to survive many melee attacks or arrows.

He has multiple strengths and weaknesses depending on which form he's in.

Physical Description: 7'1" Black eyes, with short Black hair, very strong build (Not the type you would see shooting spells, eh?). When he turns into a Rock, Stone, or Mud Elemental he grows to be 15' tall and weighs over a ton. He wears a dark green cape with a white star on it. When he's in elemental form you cannot see the star.
History: Michael was one of the turning points in the later part of the Eastern Project war. His elemental abilities, combined with Elise's, were used to destroy all of the Easterner ships which were attacking the Eastern shores of Gielinor.

Michael trains Elise further in the use of her elemental powers whenever She and Momsrascal come to Kailenia.


Name: Timrak Corogen
Age: 2,175
Race: Imlandrian
Alignment: Lawful Good, He's a follower of Armadyl, though he appears to serve Saradomin.
Personality: Bold, and rather daring at times. He's willing to put himself in danage in order to save his friends.
Class: Paladin and Deryni
Weapons:
Larrilong Lathehaven, Longsword
Larrilong Lathehaven is a blue longsword, some say it's blue because Saradomin has enchanted it (this is just gossip, ofcourse...). Nobody is quite sure where it got its name from.

Kytari, Arm Knife
Kytari looks like a shortsword strapped to Timraks left arm. For its handle, there is a 4 inch long post which comes out of the hilt into his palm for him to grab. It has a knuckle guard infront of this to protect his hand when stabbing or blocking attacks. Its blade is two feet long and made of a light blue metal, apparently comprised of at least some mithril.
Though it's light weight, it is a little cumbersome to equip. Thus he must take a few seconds too equip it (he cannot pull it out of its sheath, which is on his left leg, quickly).

Armor: He wears the normal Star Knight garb; white full plate with a Star on its chest, when going to war. His normal everyday garb is a white chain shirt (made of mithril so it's light) with a star on that chest, his legs are covered by chain chaps.

Strengths: Speed, Accuracy, Magic, and his willingness to persevere when others would stop.
Weaknesses: Hardly any combat weakness; Only weak to rangers when in his chain, never weak to Mages, never actually "weak" to meleers (though his defense is lower when he's not wearing his full plate).

His constant desire to protect his friends could be considered a weakness and a strength.

Physical Description: 6'3" with short black hair, of a moderately strong build. He wears a gray cloak (with hood, which is usually up when outside of Kailenia) which has a white star on it which can only be seen by followers of Saradomin or Armadyl.
History: Timrak Corogen was one of the Commanders for the Easterner army. He had been converted to an undead (not a skeleton, Zombie, or Vampire though) hundreds of years before in the Last Zarosian battle. During the battle of the Eastern Project, Skyrate used The Blessing of Armadyl to cleanse Timrak and bring him back to the light.

Now he's one of the founders of The Order of the White Star. Infact it what his idea to create the Order.

Sorry they don't have much in the way of history, I'll probably add them later.



The Order of the White Star

History: The Order of the White Star (TOWS) is an organization founded by Jason, Skyrate, and many other soldiers of Kailenia.

What it is: The Order of the White Star is a group of very experienced and highly trained warriors.

Religion: All Knights of the Star follow either Saradomin or Armadyl.

Location: The Order of the White Star has its base on the Kailenian islands.

Purpose: TOWS's main purpose is to ensure the safety of Gielinor. Though they are few, (numbering around 500) they are allied with many other organizations (both secret and not) around RuneScape. They usually just organize security in unsettled parts of Gielinor (yes, even the remotest parts of the wilderness are watched). This is to ensure no odd behavior is going on. If any is, a troop (usually 5 Knights are in each troop) of Knights of the Star are sent out to the area to investigate.

TOWS will send out Knights to aid in wars and battles. No Knight of the Star is afraid of death (though they would much rather live).

Insignia: All Knights of the Star wear a cape with hood which has a white star on it. The most skilled craftsmen and mages of TOWS have built their capes so that only followers of Saradomin or Armadyl can see their Star.

Weapons: The usual weapon for any Knight of the Star is a longsword. These longswords are specially built by one of the Knights of the Star who is a blacksmith. They have a white Star as their hilt, the bottom point of this star stretches down to form the handle of the sword.

Armament: Most Knights of the Star wear full plate when going to war, this plate armor has a white Star on the chest. The alternative war armor is a chain shirt and chain leg-wear, there is a white Star on the chest of the shirt. Most Knights of the Star use kite shields. These are specially made by the Blacksmith of TOWS, and have a white Star in the center.

Occupations: The Order of the White Star allows its Knights to work for any city or Kingdom in RuneScape. However, they must obey allegiance to The Order of the White Star above their normal employer. The Order of the White Star comes first in the eyes of a Knight of the Star.

Experience: All Knights of the Star are highly skilled swordsman (and women). Many of them also have exceptional archery or magical skills also.


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"Excuse me, did you happen to see a flash of light?"

"You mean the flare?" Playor455881 responded.

". . . yes, the flare" :|

"Yeah, actually it came from Entrana. I'm collecting buckets of sand, and on my last run, I saw it." Playor455881 responded.

"Ah, thanks. You've been a real help!" "POKE!"

"Hey! What was that for!?" Playor455881 responded.

"Good luck?"

"Oh thanks! You too friend!" Playor455881 responded.

Too bad I can't watch him kill over like the rest. Well. . . I could. No, I must go, they need me!

Zac Glenn walks to the dock with the Entrana monks all whispering upon his arrival.

"Okay, here's the deal. I know your policy, and to be honest, I don't like it!"

Zac Glenn grabs one of the monks by the neck of his robe.

"Now either you let me on this boat without any fuss or I'll be sure and bring flowers for your grave marker."

Zac Glenn enters the boat.

How long does it take to get to Entrana? I hope they take me there and not anywhere else.

Zac Glenn arrives at Entrana.

Hope I made it before anyone died. I wouldn't want to miss a good killing.

Zac Glenn spots his friends, and jogs over to them.

"Momsrascal, Elise, how are you both? Are you both okay? I saw the flare, what did you need?"

Momsrascal and Elise both turn to each other and start to whisper.

"Umm. . . well I'll be here when you need me. Like right here. Like five steps away from you. . . like right here. Like I could tell you that you have a stain on your shirt, I'm that close."

Weird girls! Am I missing something? Flare = Summoning Zac Glenn. I'm Zac Glenn. They summoned me with the flare, and I came to them. No I'm pretty sure it all checks out.

Zac Glenn walks to the nearest tree, sits, and leans against the trunk. He pulls out a book and begins to read.


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"Don't threaten a monk of Saradomin like that again." A nearby voice said to Zac Glenn "His job is to keep Entrana peacful, even if that means stopping all weapons and armor from coming to the island."

The voice paused and then spoke again.

"You're lucky those monks are peaceful and do not know how to wield a weapon proficiently, nor have the desire to do so."

"Hah!" Zac Glenn laughed "Those monks don't even have any weapons even if they could use them."

"What do you think all those crates contain?" The voice said "Just don't threaten a monk of Saradomin again."

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