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Chapter 8 Gobe and Arius stood at the entrance of a huge, makeshift fairground in the Haunted Woods. It was a few hours before the opening festivities, and people were just finishing up setting up booths, stages, tents. Gobe put the hood on his cloak up, and followed Arius into the grounds. Little kids in small black robes like Gobe's were running around and laughing, like normal kids. Their parents were conversing a little ways away, like they weren't sinister dark magicians. Gobe wanted to watch more, but Arius grabbed his arm and pulled him towards thousands of black and red tents that were set up. "I rented one. They're for people who want to stay on the grounds while the Gathering is going on. I got a deluxe, lets go!" Gobe followed the tiny old man as they weaved through a maze of tents. Finally, Arius stopped in front of one, and recited the password. The flap fell open, and Arius stepped inside. In the tent were two cots with lavish bedding, two chairs, a table, a small washbasin on a stand, and a gas lamp hanging from the ceiling. The ground was covered in thick Al-Karhidian rugs. Arius dumped his bag of maps and charts onto the table, along with a few measuring instruments. Gobe sat down at a chair as Arius started explaining. "I had the idea last night. We can't get your friends out tonight, and certainly not while they're on display. To many people. We have to make our move right before the sacrifice is set to begin." Gobe thought. "But what if we can't? It would be to late!" The old man shook his head. "It will be fine! Theres no way it will fail." Gobe watched as Arius went into a whirlwind of measuring on chart, recording something on another. He decided it would be best to leave his companion alone, so we put his hood up and went back to the main grounds. A woman in a gold trimmed robe rode up from behind on the of the tents on a large black horse. She shouted something to a band of wagons and carriges that were riding in. Gobe gasped. In the back of one of the wagons sat Shaun and another man, chained together. They wore odd tunics, and looked uncomfortable. Gobe ran up to the wagonand walked alongside the attendents that stood by the wagon. Shaun looked down and recognized Gobe. Gobe put a finger to his lips to signal silence. An attendent tapped Gobe on the shoulder. "Hey, you. You should be helping Taeia set up the altar. Don't you remember, she switched the sacrifices to tonight, to save time for the wedding on closing day." Gobe ran off towards the tents, but didn't get far. He fainted as he watched two robed men carrying a large stone altar up the stairs of the main stage.

Darn it happened again... I was going to buy a highway man mask, and honestly I didn't know how much those were worth, so I just told the guy who was selling it to tell me. He kept telling me "offer, offer!" so I put up 15k. The guy was like "Noob this is worth 50k!" and then flammed me everywhere I went in Catherby. If you want someone to offer, at least tell them a base price if they don't already know. :wall:

Hey I'm a sticky! Woo hoo! :lol:

Not quite sure who to side with, you all make excelent points, althougth manatea I think you took it over the top. Level 100s+ aren't bad people, or people without lives. A very athletic kid at my school plays Runescape, he's a level 100.

It's the Rogues Den. It's found under a pub in Burthrope :wink: Thanks! I'll have to try it out! :D

The word "noob" is being used to describe the wrong type of person lately. If a newer player asks a general question about the game, and they honestly don't know it, just tell them, don't call them noob. Not they're fault they haven't been playing for a few years. Even when I ask a question (I'm level 42) that I honestly can't find the answer to on my own, many people still call me a noob. Come on people, lighten up! Almost everyone gets confused every once in a while. Cut them some slack!

Confusing........... and a waste of money.

Chapter 7 Oad and Shaun rode in the back of a cart, tightly chained together. A cloaked person walked along side them, and would hit them with a walking stick if they made noise. They were on their way to the Gathering, for some last minute preperations. Taeia rode up behind them on a black horse. "Well well well, what do ewe have here? Are our guests having an enjoyable ride?" Shaun looked away. Taeia spoke. "Once we get to the Gathering, you two will be put on display in the main tent. You'll be one of our main attractions, of course. You'll be sacraficed in three days, at the closing ceramonies for the Gathering. Now, don't try to struggle now, but we'll need you to put these on." She held up to grey tunics, each with a blood red half moon on the front. Oad growled. "Now, now. I guess it wouldn't be such a good idea to have you put these on yourselves..." She raised her arms, and threw the tunics into the air. When the smoke cleared, the tunics were on Oad and Shaun, the chains still secure. Taeia rode her horse up to a carriage next to the cart, and rapped on the window. A pale hand drew back the curtain, revealing Misty in a red velvet wedding dress. Taeia smiled and looked over her shoulder at Oad and Shaun. As Taeia rode away, Misty lingered a moment before letting the curtain go. She lifted up one of her hands to the window slowly- on her finger sat a small gold ring, with a blood red stone attached to it. She dropped the curtain before she burst into tears.

Chapter 6 Gobe had just finished polishing his sword when he heard a sharp knock at the door of his room. He got up quickly, and opened the heavy oak door. A small bespeckled man in long blue robes pushed his way inside. "Name's Arius Goldman, at your service. I heard your friend is one of the three people who have mysteriously disappeared these past few days." Gobe stuttered. "Well, yeah-" "Your friend though did not encounter a hooded person, am I correct? I touched a half moon crest on a necklace?" "I think-" "See, I've been traveling the known world for quite some time now, gathering knowledge. I've been absolutly everywhere! One of my passions is studying dark magic. I spent almost a decade as part of the Dark Moon clan, the clan that took your friends and those poor other souls. Terrible people, especially their leader." Arius ran around to Gobe's table, and pulled out several scrolls, maps, and a few odd instruments. Gobe stared at the man in disbelief. "But how did you know-" The man didn't look up from his work. "Gobe, formally of the Shiloh tribe of Karam Ja. Best swordsman in the village. Exactly twenty four years and seven months old, dislikes lima beans. Has a strange love for monkeys." Gobe's jaw dropped. The old man smiled. "See, I do know everything. Including where your friend is." He pointed to a map. "They're currently in Taeia, the leader's lair, somewhere in the Varrock Sewers. But it's too late to get to them now. They are probably slated to be the sacrifices at the annual Gathering. This year its somewhere in the woods below Fenkenstrain's Castle. Here," the man handed Gobe a black robe. "We'll need these to get inside the Gathering. Only then will we have a change to save them. The Gathering will be taking place in just a few days, we need to start our journey now." Gobe gasped. "The Haunted Woods? Nuh uh, I'm walking through those. And not now, it's almost nightfall!" The old man grinned from ear to ear. "Who said anything about walking? We'll take a teleport, naturally. We'll leave tomorrow in time for the pre-Gathering celebrations tomorrow night. Get some rest." The man exited, and left Gobe standing alone in the room, still wondering what had just happened.

Squirrel hides- the next Dragon hides???? :lol:

Yeah sorry about that... brain fart ha ha. I'll try to fix it. Thanks for the feedback!!! :thumbsup:

Chapter 5 Taeia's thrown room was gilded with gold and ornate jewels. Hooded people attended to her every whim. Taeia smiled as the three were dragged before her. An unseen force made them bow before her. "Well hello there. How are my guests finding their accomodations?" Oad scowled. One of the hooded attendents hit Oad on the back of the head with a platter. Taeia thanked the attendent. "Now, as you might know, our annual Gathering is coming up in just a few days, and every year, we sacrafice a civilian from the area where the Gathering is held. This may sound barberic, but it recharges our magic." she laughed. "It's what makes us tick! And these two," Oad and Shaun lifted a few inches off the ground, "Have been selected as this year's sacrifices. And the lady," Misty floated, as the other two hit the ground. "Will be a key part with our merge with the Mittus clan. She will be married off to their leader's son, sealing our deal so to speak." Misty gasped. Taeia smiled, and gestured to the attendents. "Don't worry, they'll take good care of you. We don't want your prince to think we didn't take good care of you?" Misty floated over to one of the attendents, who grabbed her and dragged her through a door. Taeia stared at Oad and Shaun. "Good... yes... yes... very good... you two will do just superbly. Brias! Take these two back to their cells. Mangus, ready the ceramonial sword. I want it to be nice and sharp..."

Chapter 4 Misty wheeled around to find a young Varrock guard stuggeling on the ground mehind her. "How'd you-" she began. She didn't get far. There was a flash of red light, followed by a wicked laugh. Misty couldn't move, she was in a state of suspended animation, her mouth ajar. The leader stood in in front of the cloaked group. "See, my followers, this is what happens when you mess with the wrong kind of people." Shaun, the guard, had backed all the way up to the wall. Oad watched angrily from behind the group. The leader pointed to Oad, Shaun, and Misty. "These three have all disrupted our Gathering plans in one way or another. And for that, they will have to pay the price. Any ideas of what we could do with our little disruptions?" A man Oad recognized as one of his old playmates raised his hand. "Taiea, your grace, I have a suggestion." Taiea nodded. "I believe we should make them pay by throwing them into a volcano!" Other raised their hands. "Feed them to the dragons!" "Tear them apart!!!" Taiea silenced the crowd, and smiled wickedly. "Have you no hearts, my followers? Have I not taught you well? The prisoners will stay here until The Gathering begins. Then, and only then, shall we decide. Besides-" Taiea smiled. "I think we could use them for a special occasion I have in mind..." Taiea waved her arms, and Misty dropped to the floor. "Come now... we have preperations to take care of!" The group walked off out of site. Oad frantically got Misty's attention. "Misty, we need to get out of here! They're going to do something... I'm not sure what. But she said something about an occasion. Whatever it is-" Shaun crawled forward, and helped Misty untie her wrists. "Its called The Gathering. I heared about it from an elder on a recent visit to the desert. That woman, Taiea, is the leader of a mighty clan of dark mages. Every year, they get together in a secret location to have their biggest get together of all. This year its extra special, its Taiea's thousandth birthday." Oad gasped. "A thousand years old? Isn't that impossible?" Shaun laghed. "Not compared to some other things she does. And those things include the sacrificing of a civilian that every gathering..." Misty went white. "You don't mean..." Shaun cringed. "Not sure... but I have a strong notion." Oad went tense. "We need to get out of here... before it's too late." Misty shushed him, as a hooded person came down the hallway. "Hello there..." even though you couldn't see the person's face, you could tell they were grinning. "Taiea told me to come and get you. She needs to get you... ready..." The person waved their hands, as chains appeared on Oad, Shaun and Misty's wrists. The bars swung open, and an unseen force dragged them down the hallway.

Misty blinked uncertainly at her surrondings. She sat in a large, damp cell, and her wrists were tied tight behind her back. She slid to her knees and crawled over to the bars, her damp wool dress padding her knees from the hard stone floor. In the cell across from her, a large form was piled in the corner. She whispered as loudly as she could without drawing a scene. "Oad? Is that you, Oad?" The form rolled over, and spoke. "Yeah... where are we?" Misty didn't know. She looked around, and down the hall that contained the cells. At the end, in a large opening, a small metal cover dropped from the ceiling with a crash. Four figures in black cloacks, similar to the ones the stranger had worn, slid onto the floor. One cursed under his breath. All four formed a circle, and started chanting in an unknown language. A fifth figure joined the circle, and raised it's hands. It spoke. "My closest followers. On the eve of our most important gathering of the year, we have run into a few small problems. The reason I called you here is to take care of two of those problems... I take it you've heard by now of my occurance at the tavern..." Misty had to bite her lip to keep from letting out a nervous shout. It was the woman's voice from the tavern that she heard before she landed in this place. The figure belonging to the voice lifted it's hood, revealing a thin woman with jet black hair, and livid green eyes. The others did as their leader did. Oad gasped. The four were some of his friends, his neighbors. Other figures came forward out of the shadows, and took off their hoods as well. Misty watched as people she had known, and trusted, came forward and joined the others. The leader let out a screech and cluched her neck. "My amulet! The Mooncrest! It's not here!" The others stepped back, and whispered among themselves. The leader raised her arms into the air. "Amulet! Come!" There was a big flash of blue light, and smoke. When the smoke cleared, a small half moon amulet hung on a runite chain around the leader's neck. Misty heard a thud behind her.

Chapter 2 Shaun woke up to the sounds of shouting, screaming, and running feet. He jumped out of his bed in the small house he shared with the rest of the Varrock Guards. Looking out his small window, he saw people running madly through the streets. Men were shouting and carrying tourches, women were screaming and children were wailing. He caught bits of hurried conversations "Waitress.. Oad... disappered... smoke... strange person..." He jumped at the sound of a knock on his door. "Who is it?" He asked. "It's Richard, son. Get your things. We're going to the Blue Moon Tavern. And fast!" Shaun put on his guard uniform, and grabbed his mithril scimtar that almost cost him his life savings on a recent trip to Al-Karhid. Running out into the street, he found the rest of the guards waiting. Captain Lawson spoke. "Boys, we've had a mysterious disappearence at the Blue Moon in. A barmaid and that Oad fellow who's always hanging around here. People said it was a strange hooded figure who did it, but there was a big bang, and smoke, and they were gone. I want you guys to guard the place while we get some detectives in. Can you do that?" "Yes sir." The guards chimed. The troops marched off to the tavern, where they guarded all entrances and exits. Shaun was inside the tavern when he felt a sharp tap on his back. It was Gobe, the the new recruit in from Shiloh. "Shaun, what's that?" "What's what?" "Under the table. The sparkle." Shaun peered under the table, and saw a small amulet on a delicate runite chain. "Woah, Gobe, nice catch buddy." Setting his scimtar down on the floor, Shaun lowered himself to get a better look at the amulet. Had it been dropped by the suspect? He streched his arm in an attempt to grab the cresent shaped amulet. His fingered wrapped around the cold silver of the symbol, as a small surge of power ran up his arm. He tried to let go, to no avail. "Gobe, I think this thing has a curse on it. I can't-" There was a flash of light, and a boom that knocked Gobe off his feet. Smoke filled the tavern, and the guard's lungs. When the smoke cleared, Shaun and the amulet were nowhere in sight. Gobe shouted, and ran into the dark street to find Captain Lawson. "Captain... sir... Shaun..." Gobe panted. "What is it, boy? Spit it out!" Lawson shouted. But Gobe couldn't hear him. He watched in shock as four figures in black cloaks slid into a manhole in the alley behind Lawson.

Chapter 2 will come later. I decided to do this in chapters, just to save some space. It's a slightly lengthy story.

Chapter 1 From any merrymaker sitting in the bright Varrock tavern that night, you could get a pretty good description of the stranger sitting in the darkest corner, at the coldest table. Amir, the visiting jewler from Al-Karhid, claimed the stranger perhaps was related to the devil. Lyn, the barmaid, claimed the stranger sucked away your happiness if you got too close. But whoever you asked, the verdict was clear: this hooded stranger dampened the happy atmosphere of the tavern. Barmaids whispered, as men playing cards eyed the hunched figure, clothed in a hooded black cloak, as though it may jump up at any time, determined to steal your cash and slit your throat. A certain brave barmid, Misty, ventured near the table carefully. "Um... good evening. Can I interest you in a drink?" she mumbled cautiously. The hooded figure didn't move, but a strong female voice answered "Go away. I didn't come here to be pestered by you, girl." Misty jumped away, as the tavern fell silent. Oad, a strong man who was the fancy of many a schoolgirl, stepped forward. Many knew he had a huge infatuation with Misty, although she wanted nothing to do with his burly gusto. "You there, stranger! How dare you address this lady like that! I should have your tounge for such a rude comment!" A barmaid sighed and slumped happily on the counter as she watched Oad scold the hooded figure. Many gasped as the stranger stood up. Although many tried, nobody could see the strangers face. All that sat inside the hood was a blinding darkness, that seemed to have no end. "I wouldn't be talking, sir. You're going to be sorry you challanged me." the voice rang out. Several barmaids, and a few men, ran for cover behind the bar. With a raise of its handless sleeves, the figured shouted a command in an unknown language. With a flash, smoke filled the bar. After the smoke cleared, Misty and Oad were nowhere in sight. Several people fainted, and those who were concious ran out of the tavern in a panic, screaming all over Varrock. Everybody was so frighted by the disappearence, that nobody noticed a few hooded figures running through the alleyways, all headed towards the sewer's main enterance. Only a small black cat saw the figures raise the door, and slide into the dark sewer...

Good job! I'm hoping to have level 99 cooking by sometime next year. By the way, where are you in those pics with the bank? Is that a dungeon?

Akriloth360, we were friends but I haven't seen him forever!

Sold the ranging boots that I got from Treasure Trails for an Ammy of Glory. #-o Could've killed myself over that one. (Not literally... I'm not going to kill myself over a game... I'm not that big of a geek.)

How do you get them on the calculator in the first place? I have a TI 83 i think... I've tried a million times, and tried to get my dad to help but my mom was like "There will be no playing games during class, young lady!" So I'll have to find someone else.

The guy with the gutted car frame... WOW! Those pigs in the basket, were they live? I figured dead, but, you know... kinda cool. The one with the baby in the basket though... :ohnoes:

Don't know if drinks count, but at my friend's party, she dared me to drink whatever kind of drink she made, so I said yes. She took every non-alchohalic drink in her fridge, and made me drink it. Didn't taste that bad, until she told me that she put in some toilet water, from the same toilet that she had the flu in a week earlier. :-X

Hey! I was wondering if you could do me a siggy! Thanks! Characters: Me. I'm wearing addy plate, addy skirt, and a white beret. I have an addy scimmy, and combat boots from the Stronghold. Background: Catherby beach? Details: Idk, something about my fishing levels 58. Maybe like me holding a spear with a swordie on it? I'm not that creative.... Either that or me, same outfit, grabbing the flag in castle wars. I have done that... and died right after.... Thanks! :lol: You seem to do really cool work!

Hey, I know what you didn't have cooking and fishing on there, but do you think you could try to make one? My levels are 57 fishing, and 58 cooking. If you could think of something creative, that would rock the hizzie... :lol: