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They don't like legendaries because they know they can tear their pokemon to shreds :wink: Trust me, I've played every pokemon game from the beginning. No advice needed. I know what I'm doing with my legendaries. I also know breeding is great. To get the Blaziken, my friend was going to trade me his male + female Blazikens to breed a tough torchic, and he put all the moves on them that I wanted them to learn...So as soon as I get Pal park...And last, never say they can tear my pokemon apart, as every person I've faced who's said that ended up crying because of a very, very quick loss (went to pokemon center in NY--never again. Too many young kids and some old who think your dead when you face 'em). Anyway, thank you. :) Anyway, was playing a little, and found they came out with an electric squirrel type -.- I caught it, but man, that's like dissing Pikachu. Lastly, if my party were to consist of no legends, my party would be: Piplup's final evo Pikachu blaziken charizard dragonite Salamance Is that better for you, Ginger? And I highly doubt this would be my none-legends party, I'm just naming some of the pokemon... :-w

hehe--I just got Pearl today and chose Piplup (Although I originally wanted Chimchar, I coudn't bear the fact his final evo, infernape, looked [developmentally delayed]ed--So I chose Piplup. I love his final evo--and he's a penguin!). I chose Pearl because Palkia looks like it kicks [wagon], and Dialga--to me, although he's a dragon, too, he looks like a demented pissed off dog. :lol: :lol: :lol: (No offense to anyone who loves Dialga.) Yup. But my party will consist of this by sunday: Piplup's final evo (Can't remember name) Pikachu (Duh) Blaziken (Import) Palkia Jirachi Regigigas (Want Arceus in near future, prob. to replace Jirachi, but I'm not counting yet) The sixth pokemon--i dunno. Anyway. Those are what I want in near future. :wink:

*Sigh* I don't know if your an adult or a teen, but if you are a teen, grow down...If your an adult, I don't blame you. Go play GoW or whatever you play. :

your'e probably right (i got a diamond myself), think of it this way, if someone offered u a diamond or a pearl, both same size/weight, which one would u choose? :D Think of it this way: If someone offered you a cool white dragon pokemon and a demented diamond dog (He's a dragon, too--but you get the point), which would you choose? : dialga's not a "demented dog" just because it walks on 4 legs! -.- thats just ur opinion, why would i choose a pink/white dragon water/dragon type, while i could get a cool blue/white steel/dragon type? dialga owns palkia! :thumbsup: Na, palkia kicks that things [wagon] by a long shot. But that's my opinion. It's like this: erm, dialga is a dragon, but is annoying looking nevertheless. Actually, I'd prefer Arceus. :

your'e probably right (i got a diamond myself), think of it this way, if someone offered u a diamond or a pearl, both same size/weight, which one would u choose? :D Think of it this way: If someone offered you a cool white dragon pokemon and a demented diamond dog (He's a dragon, too--but you get the point), which would you choose? :

Chapter 2: Silence Silence. A single man rode his steed through a dark and deathly forest. He wore purple armor, gold trim and gold writing on it, a hood instead of a helm. A sword, of the looks of a claymore, rested on his back. The armor was light, yet strong, allowing horseback. The sky was lit twilight, and a strong tint of gold; however, the light did not shine into the dark forest, for the trees would reflect the light away. The trees also concealed what ever human needs: sound. Without sound, he cannot hear his surroundings, allowing for assassins and thieves to dwell in this dark place. For within the forest of Rycth, no man was safe from death. The silence did not bother the warrior. No assassin would have the courage, let alone the strength, to take him on. Nor would a thief...No extra precautions taken, he slowed his horse down even further, making a slow trod through a dimly lit pass. Ahead, he could see light, and nothing more. Relief flowing through him, he stroked the horses neck and smiled. A bird chirped, making him jump slightly. The first sound he heard for a long time. He knew what the light was ahead; it was either elves, whose light was pure enough to pulverize silence and recreate sound, or it was the first gate of Rycth, one of the several exits that eliminates one of the sinister features of the forest, which are silence, fear and sleeplessness. "You there," yelled he towards the figures, "halt, please!" The figures seemed to not hear him, and pressed forward. "Run like the wind, press forward like lightning, Lux, so I may catch up to these beings!" Giving Lux a tug on his reigns, he burst forward with incredible speed. He observed his surroundings, catching a glimpse of light within the hollows around him. Are they...All around me? He tugged Lux's reigns again, slowing him down. He jumped off of his steed, then tore his sword from it's sheathe, sparks roughly bouncing from it onto the ground. He slowly held his sword upright, gripping it's handle with both hands. The light he had seen was gone, but the light ahead was still there. Ren...Ren... He shifted around, swiftly spinning to observe his surroundings thoroughly, yet he could only hear the noise in the wind. His name... He quickly jumped onto Lux, then nudged him to the unimaginable speed, nearly rendering them invisible. The path he was on seemed not to end, but the light ahead got stronger. Faster and faster they went, Lux's hooves made no sound because of the speed they were in. Ren quickly raised his blade, as the light was coming closer at an unbelievable rate of speed... "Lnmryozhg!" Suddenly, an eruption of red light smashed into Ren, pulverizing him into the ground. Lux merely slid ten feet and fell, knocked out cold. Ren slowly rose. The figure was still a great distance away, building the power of the blast again. Ren jumped into a tree, jumping from branch to branch. "Lnmryozhg!" The blast met the tree, which erupted into pure flame, but Ren dodged it. He tore off his hood, throwing the fabric away. His blonde, neck length hair stood still, but his eyes could not, as they darted from side to side, looking for his opponent. One glowed of gold, the other glowed of red, but suddenly returned to a normal blue when he surveyed his surroundings again. "Yozxpuriv!" Ren jumped from a branch he located, dodging the spell with ease. Black flames engulfed the tree he rested on. Below, the instigator of this battle was visible. He jumped to another tree, withdrew his blade, and held out a fist towards thew burning tree. In a split second, the flames wore off. He jumped out of the tree, again taking out his blade. His enemy already had his out, a thin sword in a length of several feet. Ren...Ren... There's the noise again... Ren thought. "Surround him." The command was given in a cold and deathly tone, but he was immediatly surrounded by others, gathering by the hundreds. This time, he could hear the noise again, in the strength of hundreds of these beings... "Stop!" He clenched his head in pain. "No, no, NO!" He fell to his knees, dropping his sword. He gripped it harder and harder, as if he had a madly developing migraine... "STOP!" He grabbed his blade and, with a single slash, wiped out half of the group, whose bodies melted away in the wind. Still he heard the noise, and his life felt like it was being taken from him. He saw the light, eminating from the beings, and began to hack away at them, strong slashes and extremely fast. Thus, the noise disappeared. "Your power extends from here to all of the land..." Ren dropped his sword, and his arm began to shake violently. His fell, as his legs were weak; he could feel the coldness of his first opponents blade on his bare neck. "But you understand nothing of this power. Therefore, deliverence to Hell is necessary...Is it not?" He could feel the blade leaves his neck. "Lux!" Ren yelled to his horse, who rammed his enemy into several trees, tearing them down instantly. Ren then took out a second sword and shield, resting them on Lux's saddle. "Lux, find the exit and await me there. Await me there." He pointed the way out, and like a rocket, Lux took off, lightning speed. Thus Ren walked towards the wreckage. His enemy had not arisen, nor did he make an attempt to stop his horse. He took no extra precaution, as he walked towards the wreckage with his weapon by his side. Within the wreckage, the trees were not the only thing that had fallen; a crater was also within it. Yet, no man was within it, only a light, which went out. And the light extinguished, revealing a young woman of seventeen; she had many injuries, however her chain armor protected her chest. She held only a staff. The noise disappeared...Silence reigns again...This young woman... Ren ran to her aid, throwing aside his sword. Lux, Thought Ren, I was attacked by the Noiiz, and they possessed a girl in order to attack me...Return here, swiftly. He picked her up, and his arms shook with weakness; he then walked towards his sword and returned it to it's sheathe. Ren...Ren... The Noiiz continue to taunt me... With a neigh, Lux slid, throwing up dirt with the sudden stop. Quickly, Ren jumped on the horse, giving him a commanding jesture to leave the forest. _____________________________________________________________ Is man...Truly strong? Or insignificant part of the world, fearing the dark? Why do children fear the dark? Why do we not love anymore, instead rage with one another and hate? War? No man truly knows why, and we do not disobey our human nature...It's our nature to war, to hate...To love. We cannot stop these emotions, it happens. But there are some beings, those who give up their emotions, their fear and doubt...But they reach their downfall in time...Man wins, or what we imply as "Light," and we slay these foul beings...But man is not light. If we were, we wouldn't rage in war, or hate. These contradictions are always shunned ...Man refuses to listen. We are not truly strong. We are insignificant to our higher beings, those who created us. And we should thank them every day for our power, for everything. Man is truly a conundrum... Ren believed, that this statement, which ran through his mind day by day, was true...Man is darkness. But some light glimmers, a shining hope, someone that could light the darkness and return light... Whom shall I send? _____________________________________________________________ "Whom shall I send..." A dark voice replied, wrapped and concealed within a ominous black and purple light. The darkness around the light was strong, and it spread throughout the dark castle. A blood red moon revealed itself in the sky, tinting the darkness into a more sinister color. "The boy understands nothing, let alone remembers anything...His past has been obliterated, sent into oblivion by his own cruel wishes to forget...Thus, to moderate him, we must send what he banished, what he expelled from himself...And crush his soul into nothingness..." "The one you speak obeys no one...He cannot be manipulated, nor does he choose to help...He does his own bidding...However, Reviel, it is you who I shall send...Force Ren into submission by attacking with the Noiiz...And bring him here." "Yes, mylord..." Reviel let out a sinister laughed, and the darkness devoured him, teleporting him elsewhere.

I don't think people becoming overweight is exactly the biggest problem we can think about with the advance of technology (especially since we're already dealing with that exact problem). GITS anyone? But it truly is. It will be worse in the future. Way worse. And it should be our priority to eliminate it, since more kids are getting fatter and fatter from eating too much junk or simply getting their brain rotted in front of the t.v. and video game. Otherwise internet school will be the latest trend. :-w

Haha, that completly discredits my theory. Well, I've got nothing. :XD:

I liked the post, really I did... But this is eventually going to lead to brainwash and corruption. Like in Farenheight 451, with Interactive T.V.'s. Or iRobot with AI. Eventually, America, will become corrupt. Badly. Not Japan, because they know when enough is enough is in video games. And for other countries, I can't predict. But America might fall in the future because of this. We are the country with the most lazy and fat kids who sit around and play video games all day, after all. So if this were to come true (And soon after Virtual Reality) that generation will signal the end. And that's why video games are bad nowadays: It corrupts if you don't have control and have to play it. I have some examples of corruption, my corrupted friends. My friend, for instance, a bit overweight, and is obsessed with the Wii. Some days, he'll fake being sick to play it. And he talks about it all of the time. I know it's fun, I have one, but take a break and go back to reality! My point: Video games corrupt. Extreme interaction and believable graphics will see the end. So after corruption becomes even more lazy and overweight people. I truly have no problem with overweight people, because most of my family is, but it'll be crossing the line when people are so big they can't leave their house. It will be sad. But it's what video games can do if they look real. Another example of this would be one of my best friends. His parent took him out of school for internet school because they say he's to weak to lift a rolling backback. My thought: He helps me lift 70 pounds of steel beams from my cellar to outside! And soon after that he'll say, faster than you say "Hi" to someone, "Hey lets go inside and play video games!" He's a perfect example of corrupt because when he's not hanging around with anyone (80% chance of this) he's playing Wii, PS3 & 2, and X-Box 360. All day and night. The sad part of it is, he's becoming drastically overweight over time. My last example would be my best friend of all time. This one won't be long. We go outside, run for a couple of seconds, then suddenly: "My chest hurts! I'm going back inside." And so he does. He takes a bunch of snacks, despite his heart problem (No this is not why he is tired, this bull [cabbage] because he comes up with the hurt chest thing) and busts out the video games. And I'm not sure eating junk is good for a heart problem. So this is another great example. He no longer gets exercise, he plays video games constantly. I feel terrible because he's not going to live long if he lives his life like this. So that's my thinking. I'm looking forward to this new stuff, I just hope the overweight American kids learn self control and shape up.

Ok, I was wondering what was going on, but I'll be patient :mrgreen:

I did. :D I admit. Your giving up too easily! Take me, for example; my newest story, The Dirge of Caduceus, hasn't had any replies; yet I'm not giving up. I plan to post more until people read. It's called persistance and patience. Now, your story. Make your chapters long; or stick with what Darkforaster did: Parts, like you are doing. Also, you rush the story. Slow down, allow the person to maybe meet a villain or get to know the character (Meeting a villain first is very effective, it gets the reader wondering, trust me : ). Just do that and it will be great. And I'm very glad you don't say "Poowned the nubs! Lolz!" in your story like some people with RS based stories. But still, for me, I would like it if you create a character and base it around him (without using people from the game) but hey, it's your story. Hope this constructive criticism helped. :

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Chapter 1: Bloodlust A single man stood on top of a high cliff. His body was cloaked, a strange red cloak with a golden winged cross on it. His hood was removed; his dirty-blonde, straight here wavered in the calm winds that passed through the area. His eyes were the simple color of red, a bloodlust was the still and frightening look upon his face. Despite this, the strange emptiness and peace upon the high cliffs were he stood relaxed him; the battlefield he looked upon made his body tense. A single castle, shrouded with a strange black mist made him shiver, along with his heart pounding with great fear. For where he stood, people were simply slaughtered like lambs, brutalized and dehumanized to the fullest extent. Ever since the beginning of Aegis. The beginning of everything--the beginning of life. "E caa oui...Yfyed...Cusadrehk...I see you...Await...Something..." The man did not flinch, nor did he turn to see what the strange voice was that was talking to him, rather, he simply listened to it. The voice only laughed in the silent night with the cold reply. "Lusa, huf, cbayg! Come now, speak ! " "Silence." The man angrily said. "I await Dawn. I stand here to only watch." "Come now, Vincent, watch?" The man did not flinch, but this time looked at the figure that approached him; however, it was not only one, but five people whom approached him, each with the same robe he was wearing. "Yes, watch...And I intend not to join this battle. This is not for us to control, nor is it for us to enter it. We have no business doing so." Vincent coldly said, turning his head back to the shrouded castle. "You were always a wretched warrior of the night," said one of the men, "And lately you haven't been taking part in any slaughters that we partake in. Not since--" "Not since I had to slaughter a child!" Vincent said, his voice booming with an echo upon the cliff. "Not since the day my soul felt like it was crushed and sent to Hell. Not since the foul smell of rotten flesh of the people we killed was inhaled into my nostrils. Not since my heart was shattered that night." Vincent stepped closer to the men. "And never shall I ever kill a child, or man, or woman, that were helpless and unarmed, never again!" "Vincent," A feminine voice spoke out from the five, "you never had a problem with killing the helpless before. What's with this sudden change of heart? Why betray us? You know as well as the rest of us we can kill you in a fight. You always were the weakest." Vincent's eyes filled with rage. Instantly, he drew his sword and stabbed the girl, piercing her heart. With a yelp of pain, blood spurt from her mouth, as Vincent easily threw her off of the cliff to her death. He breathed heavily, licking the blood off of his sword, revealing his sharp fangs and true nature. The others stepped back. "What's the matter? Can't win?" Vincent threw his blade onto the ground, then crushed it with a simple step of his foot, the shards of steel flying everywhere. "Now it's just me and my fists. Let's not forget my fangs." The four men withdrew their blades, the same steel blades that Vincent held, along with a dagger in the other hand, holding the daggers butt first for quicker and more effective strikes. Vincent only smiled and held his hand out in his battle-ready position. With a quick move, the four disappeared into the darkness. Vincent laughed, and jumped, smashing one of the man, making them come out of invisibility; as he was pummeled into the ground, he threw a kick in back of him, but to no avail as it was parried by the invisible blade. Vincent flipped back, dodging every sword swing with ease, parring the blade with the heel of his foot when needed. After the tenth parry, the blade came out of it's hidden form as it hit the ground. Vincent quickly jumped onto it and smashed it, the sword breaking it thousands of pieces with ease. Finally, he jumped into the air and landed gracefully onto the ground next to the disarmed man, grabbed him by the head, and swiftly bit into his neck. The shroud of darkness dissapated, and the blood began to pour everywhere onto the ground. The man fell; white as a ghost and dead. Vincent quickly grabbed the dagger of the dead man by the blade and threw it into the man that had been pulverized into the ground a while before, piercing his neck perfectly and without faults, pinning him to the ground to his death. Vincent stood back into his battle pose, as the other two rendered their invisibility into the darkness of the oblivion. Each removed their hoods; the first man was completely scarred on his face, his brown, fear-filled eyes shacking in terror, his face scowling to reveal decrepit, rotted teeth. His red hair was still in the night wind. The other man was revealed to have black, crew-cut hair with golden, blonde streaks running down it. His deep, dark blue eyes pierced the night with a great sense of evil. The simple frown on his face and the scowl on the scarred man's face simply made Vincent silently chuckle under his breathe. "What's funny, Vincent?" The scarred man asked. "The fact that you are going to die?" "That scowl you are giving me...Wipe it off of your face. Or rather, allow me!" Vincent jumped at the man grabbing his neck and tore away at his neck, blood gushing everywhere. Vincent threw him onto the ground, drinking the rest of the blood that rested in his mouth. The dead man's face was full of shock, and was purely white. The blonde man scowled, holding the steel blade out towards Vincent's exposed neck. "Do you want to die a silent death here? Or would you like me to take you back to the kingdom where you can be slaughtered by the king?" "Neither. Because I'm not the one whom will die!" Vincent swiftly punched the sword out of the grip of the man, throwing his fist into him, pulverizing him into the cold ground. The man's back only slid and tore apart the ground for a few seconds, but flipped and regained footing. With a swift sprint, he grabbed the sword from the ground and stabbed Vincent. Vincent grabbed the blade that pierced hi stomach. His breathe became colder, and his eyes became deathlike. Slowly his heart failed, and slid down to the hilt of the blade. His breathing stopped. The man felt a slight relief inside of him, but he felt a strange...Pain. His eyes began to fall to droop up, and he began to violently shake. "So munt! So munt! Ramb sa! Ramb sa! My lord! My lord! Help me! Help me!" Slowly, he became numb, and he shook violently still. "Fro ryja oui vuncygah sa? Fro? Why have you forsaken me? Why?" The man shook stil, trying to release himself from deaths clutches. "Fro? Fro...Why? Why..." Slowly, his shaking stopped, and died, falling to the ground with an echoing thud. Vincent wiped the blood off of his face, then removed the sword from his stomach. He smiled. "Idiot. You should no vampires don't die...That is, if you don't tear our heart out..." Dawn finally was coming. Vincent had not noticed! He quickly ran to the ledge, and gasped in horror. The legions of men where already slaughtered, and thousands of the red cloaked men began to walk back. This fight was a diversion. As dawn slowly came, the castle released a strange, black smog into the sky to stop the sunlight. Vincent scowled, as he began to walk away from this deathly scene. As he walked away, he could smell the burning flesh of the murdered people.

Prologue: Sorrow of the Dirge And so darkness prevailed. It ruled...Killed...Visions...Blinded...Truth...Tore...Hearts... And the only thing heard in the Obliterated torn sky, was the sad and mourning Dirge's cry... Dirge's cry... My memory is...Shattered... Shattered... Entwined with it's...Lost past... Entwined past... The deathly night of the last... Deathly night... The brutal frigid air, the silent fright... Brutal fright... My power grows weaker tonight... Weakened power... Like a blazed, burned flower... Burned... The Dirge is welcoming... Dirge... It calls to me... Calls me... The Dirge...My lost past... In this deathly battle, of the last... Dirge...Death...Loss...Entwined past...Burned...Blaze...Lost...Last...Power...Phoenix... Phoenix... _____________________________________________________________ And the battle raged. Four warriors of the silent night. Sorrow. Power. Death. Horror. Man of light...Man of darkness...Man of Twilight...Man of Dawn... The earth quacked. Rain pounded down onto the cold ground as the four fought. Blades strike. Flames spawn and rage. A cry in the night. Dawn fell. Three remain. Raging power. The earth quaked. Sorrow in the night. Twilight failed. Two fight. The Dirge echoes in the night. The brightness of day destroyed. Light devoured. Deathly night. Everything is falling. Darkness shrouds. Light was defeated. Light had failed. And then remained darkness... _____________________________________________________________ What is this...This strange sensation...Is it...Light? My light... Eternal fright... Darkness shrouded me... Visions cloud my mind... Power is what I shall find...My desire... My light... My desire to fight... The Dirge... The...Vision...Of the...Phoenix... The Phoenix...The Cerberus...The Caduceus... All give me...The power to fight... Demons take flight... As the Dirge wails in this deathly night... _____________________________________________________________ The man in white armor arose from his spot, and the man in black took up his blade... Striking from the left, striking to the right, they both swung blades that feared night. Each strike quaked the earth. Their blades became Entangled. Both breathing normal, not faulty, despite that they were restless... But finally, one final strike of the two blades... Blasting them back... They both rushed each other, one final attempt... Only to end up in a two pronged blow. The lands quaked one last time, the warriors spat blood in the deathly hour...Their fight. Their strengths devoured, by the eternity of the darkest hour... No more pain. No more sorrow. Apathy ruled. Darkness failed, too. Then remained none. _____________________________________________________________ Pained souls, wretched night... You are dead, can no longer fight... Fight... Dawn failed... Dawn... Twilight fell... Twilight... Light ended... Light... Darkness found light... Lux and Tenebris... Darkness found it's untimely end... Darknesses end... The four warriors fell... Four fell... This land...Hell... Hell... That light... Caduceus... That fight... Cerberus... Was...Caused by... Sorrowful light, eternal night, the four dead warriors, Demons take flight. Dawn. Twilight. Light. Devoured by darkness. All. Compelled. Posessed. By the... Phoenix. Phoenix... A remnant of all... Sol's eternal creation will fall... The one with absolute light within, The power to overcome all Sin... Cerberus. Cerberus... Wisdom in heart, pure soul... He is not whole... But his heart shall guide his way, To the pure light of today... Caduceus. Caduceus... She shall be the healing light... The one who will guide both through the night... The one who shall heal all and ease the pain, The one to defeat the descendant of Cain... Through it all... Memories are lost... Broken... These memories... Shattered memories... Memories of the deathly night... When shall they be found? In The deathly hour of the Sorrow of the Dirge...

Dirge "You Understand...Nothing." [hide=Aegian History]History is interesting (Sometimes)...But what of fictional history? This will be frequently updated to reveal secrets in the story, so it's like a side story...Enjoy. [hide=The Great War]1000-1010 AMB (Ante Magnus Bellum {Before Great War})--Aegis, the sacred land of the four blessed kingdoms of Sol, God of Aegis. War ravages the land. Kingdoms dishonored. Sol is insignificant in the lives of the Aegians. Corruption entered the souls of the blessed, and it drove the mighty to insanity. The fields that Sol had created for the people to dwell upon were obliterated--the souls of the dead lingered and produced a silent lament that wandered throughout the land of Aegis. This "Unholy" anomaly was ignored, and the ravaging continued. Each person slain created more sadness. Each soul rendered dead would each join into the lament. Still, the Aegians ignored the cry--despite it's volume becoming louder. Swiftly, each person upon Aegis quacked--the Kingdom Magnus, the center of all of Aegis, had fallen. Each Aegian roared to the heavens, a mighty roar that shook all of the land. Each man took up arms and marched. But the legendary Knights of Magnus were still alive. Every man that treaded the grounds of Magnus was slain by the warriors of Magnus, the strongest of all of the lands. These knights were not felled, and the men quickly retreated to the other three kingdoms--the Kingdom of Aeonia; the Kingdom of Kritiki; and the Kingdom of Antecorrenthi. The kings of the three kingdoms, The Kings of Darkness, Twilight, and Dawn marched their armies against Magnus. The ten year war of malice had ended, but the four Kingdoms clashed in the center of Aegis, Magna Genesis, in order to decide, in one decisive battle, who the true Aegians were. The Dead however, were displeased. 1010 MB (Magnus Bellum {The Great War})--The four Kingdoms clashed in their final decisive battle. Legions of knights clashed in a giant war, where there was no rest--just pure war and restlessness. Over the next three hundred days, the legions of people fell to each other, leaving the four Kingdoms with one legion each. The three kings declared one final assault into the Kingdom of Magnus and it's king, and have the true decisive battle within it. The restless people's body quacked, and those alive regretted ever beginning the war. The King's raised their swords and stopped, for the ground shook with an unbelievable force. Ever head looked to the South, and the Kings looked in awe. For in the distance, the fourth Kingdom was on its way--the Kingdom of Seid. Seid, being left untouched in the Farthest Reaches of the Kingdom, had the potential to build legions with ease. But there was no legion with them--no, instead two Knights walked towards the entire legions. The boom of laughter quacked the lands, and the legions banded to attack the two. Over the course of two days, every legion was destroyed by the two men, who were both unscathed after the battle. The two men, clad in platinum armor, challenged the Kings to a final battle, and declared protection to the Kingdom of Magnus. The first man tore his helm off, and roared in pain, falling to the ground--Sol made his call, and rendered everyone souls until the Kingly battle was won. Only the children of the world, who walked from the five kingdoms, stayed alive, mourning a deathly Dirge, breaking the silence. The Kings of Lux, Tenebris, Twilight, and Dawn fought--each of their kingdoms sparkled with their representations--the Dawn Kingdom sparkled a Golden Dawn. The Twilight Kingdom sparkled the Golden Twilight. The Lux Kingdom Sparkled the greatest light. The Dark Kingdom Sparkled with the essence of pure darkness. Twilight fell, the sparkling kingdom went dim. Dawn fell, the sparkling kingdom went dim. Darkness and Light remained, Aeonia and Seid. The three hundred and sixty-fourth day: Seid fell, and Lux went dim in the distance. Darkness, insane and corrupted, threatened a final assault onto Magnus--but Sol created a powerful light, killing the king of Darkness. Sol thus created an alternate land hidden in Twilight, where he put the accursed and damned, and stored corruption and pure darkness within it. He named this land "Bloodlust Hollows." Within Aegis, Sol made sure no evil could spread again, by countering evil with another evil force--Sol created a powerful Miasma, known as Miasmal, and spread it through the land. Those who dwelt within it were evil; those who dwelt in it were damned; those who dwelt in it were brave. The souls of the innocent were restored; the children, those who sang the Dirge, fainted and forgot the calamity. The people restarted their lives. One hundred years have passed since this destruction, and the evil Sol tried to contains has leaked out, in the year 100 LB (Lunebris).[/hide][/hide] [hide=Author News]None yet, guys. Sorry.[/hide] [hide=The Dirges Blaze]None yet, guys. Sorry.[/hide] [hide=The Oracles Corner] Here is where I show future quotes for the future story, and I'll leak 'em in slowly, so be sure to check back now and then. *SPOILER WARNING* :wink: "Weak. You are an insignificant person in this world. My friend, you withdraw your power instead of embracing it. You hold it within yourself as your greatest fear, your greatest anguish. And here you stand before us, your friends, that you are courageous? Your lie digs deep into my soul, like a ravenous dagger ready to tear my body apart and feed it to the dead. Now! Remember my words, and remember them well; Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once. You are not valiant, only a scared lion cub hiding away in the deepest depths of a damp cave! I guess these are the only things you'll ever embrace in this life: the words I just told you just now, and your eternal cowardice. We fight, and you hide, you have forsaken us completely, as well as yourself! Remember my words; for you, my friend, are already dead." "What's this life for, my friend? To live? To carry a legacy? To end? To end...Sol only created us for a trial, a trial of God, that shows Sol we are worthy for his sacred grove and kingdom, rather than burning in the lonesome depths of the gaps of Triigaon, the Hells and the farthest reaches. Why do we live? One cannot know; I guess it truly is to carry on a legacy. And not believing in Sol, our God? The irony is, that atheists, the one's whom shun Sol for their own reasons, are the closest to him in the greatest sense, for Sol wants to bring them to the light, to give them a revelation that they are not alone, and yet belief to them is foolish. To us? It's blind love. I guess life is a trial. The verdict? We can believe in God, or shun him. We can shun him, and redeem ourselves. Either way, the verdict is quite clear: atheists shall be banished to traiigon, and we may enter the kingdom of the dawn. I just wish the atheists would see that they aren't forsaken. And they never will be, by Sol, or by us, the sinning people. I only hope they can see that, and to learn what this life is for when the two are combined. Just remember this, friend: Prepare for life's end, even if survival will be easy. For if we do not follow life to the end, then, in a sense, we shun Sol. But if we endure the suffering of life, endure the pain and anguish that Sol doesn't want us to endure, we shun him anyway. Why? That's the question we all want to know: How do we live this life?" "We cannot win! What's the use of our...Believing? What's the use? Listen to me, start retreating! All of you accursed azure soldiers stand here, your hearts separate and divided, and you still deny our loss! Why? Why? Why? Now come, let us not waste time, for if we waste it, then our souls will drown in triigon, for this is suicide! We will all perish! I care not of absolution, forgiveness, why seek any of it? Our sins shall stay within us until our untimely death! Our fears and lies will follow us forever, and will never perish in the cesspool of forgiveness! Your belief in Sol is pitiful, for what we have been through for this past day has already made us realize that he has forsaken us, and absolution will never come! Never! Give up hope! Give up foolishness! Or stay here and drown in blood, as your death shall be an unpleasant one; and if it be a pleasant death, the most pleasant in war, being instantaneous death, then I envy you; but may you find yourself in eternal damnation if you find this death! Burn in traiigon with Sol, as that is where he dwells now...That is where are hope is now... Hope you enjoyed! Have an adventurous day! :[/hide]

Heh, can't tell you... But I will. Caduceus is actually the sign of Hermes, the Greek messenger of the gods, but it has more meaning to it. It's also the sign of doctors. But you have the idea. Being written tonight, so I'm awaiting then.

Well, I'm posting to all of my fantastic readers out there...To say not only am I writing another story, and I apologize for this, but I am stopping this story. It's not going the way I like it...I'm actually re-writing it. So I'm keeping the prologue, because that will always be critical in the_corrupt...But I don't like how I'm writing it, so it's officially going under rehab to make it 100X better. However, to apologize to my readers by writing an apology isn't enough. So, tonight, my next great adventure will start, and I'm deticated to writing it until the end...It's only one story, three parts, then The_Corrupt will start again. So I want you to read a new story, one that I call The Dirge of Caduceus. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing. it. Another fantasy--not doctor related, not runescape related, but I created everything--and I hope all of you can welcome this new story into my collection of great works. See ya tonight and the weekend... :

Nice to see you too, Xewleer :D Ya, I've been busy with school. Only 14 days to go and I'll be obsessed with writing and RS! :twisted: Catch ya later (Preferably tomorrow).

As you can see in the Library here, We Absolutely CANNOT stand it when people write stories with dialogue such as: "I pwned the noob cuz he was ha4xing !!!" Or "Noob567 was g3tting 0wned cuz h3 had 45gp and cuz a stupid mod scamed him!" You get the general idea though. We like creativity and stories with good grammar. Please, take this advice into consideration! Agree. Just don'te 1337 or anything like that, either. Nice work Fist_Of_Ozzy. You took the words from my mouth. Hey, just work at it and it will be good! :D :twisted:

I have not posted in a while...And I apologize. Not only am I writing this story, but another!!! But I have focused on both; thus, I'm already writing The_Omega (About 20 chapters into that one). I've been very, very busy lately. However, it's time for a change. I get outta school...June 20th. So, celebrating that day (It's obviuosly a half day) I'm going to write every chapter of The_Corrupt that I haven't posted (I am writing today), then we'll jump onto The_Omega train. How does that sound? : Hello my fans. Helloe people in the library whom I've not met; Read the Advent (It's down the page) if you haven't, and if you have, grab your favirote soda, food, snack, whatever and enjoy. :twisted: Continued Irenith had a slight difficulty recovering from the fall she took; so did Mellisa, who, upon getting up, recognized the other being there. Relief wasn't the best thought in their minds, but they were at least happy they could duel with their enemies with ease. They did not choose to speak, instead they both nodded and began their search for their deadly enemies and battle. But wherever they looked, no search or sign of anything seemed to be in place. Finally, Mellisa spoke: "Where could they be..." The gentleness and softness of her voice made a slight echoe upon the golden-silver trees. No where. They were no where at all. Yet the strange emptiness in the section of the forest they were located in struck fear in their hearts; the paradox before them was gone, their opponents gone from their sight. Yet, they kept their weapons out, just in case, for if they were to withdraw them, their throats could be easily hacked and choped apart in a flash of a bloody sword. "They are here somewhere..." Irenith took of the halberd-pendent from her neck, and it expanded to a normal size. The sharp blade upon the end of the staff it was supported by reflected the golden and silver glints upon the trees. Glints? How can there be-- Mellisa's trail of though swiftly ended. A rusty sword struck her into the ground, cacking the dirt ground with blood. She yelped; thus, blood strated to come out from her sceaming mouth. Irenith, jumped to her defense. Quickly, she hacked and slashed at the cloaked figure, each attack dodged, each with no avail. Each attack parried, each attack causing sparks to fly from the clashing blades. Mellisa, whom writhed with great pain, slowly began to rise into action, her bow pointing at the blood she had just lost. And with a single pull of her bow, an arrow materialized, and she shot it, striking the figure hard into the ground. Irenith gracefully landed on her feet, her breathing long and relaxed. The cloaked figure finally hit the ground, her hood tore off onto the ground. The black hair of the young woman was greasy, long, and curly. Mellisa materialized another arrow. The woman slowy rose her head. Her eyes were a amber color, and she had unimaginable beauty. Mellisa stopped. Her heart felt like it was stabbed, strangled, ripped to shreds. The battle they just had, quick as it may have been, made her hate the woman. "I've heard who you are." Irenith said. "The angel of doom, darkness, destruction--" "Pandora would be my name." She said happily. A scowl developed upon Mellisa's face, her eyes tensing along with her body. Tears began to roll down her face, also, and one could not tell if it were rage or sadness. "I would be glad if you would submit. You cannot win." Pandora chuckled slightly. Mellisa's heart exploded with sadness, her mind released it's thoughts. "Why, sister?" **************** Efial was already battling. The only two not to be knocked with the explosion, Efial swung his blade quickly and desisevly at the man. The long, red hair of the man swung gently in the air after every parry. And yet, he was not tired; nor was he tired. "Allow me to introduce myself," The man said, parrying sevenm blows from Efial along the way, "My name is Pyramus, if you will, Efial, stop trying to hurt me!" He threw his fist into Efial, who hit the ground hard. What speed! "I'm only hitting you because I want you to die!" Efial jumped back up and swung his blade at Pyramus's head, whom parryed it with more unbelieveable speed. Pyramus then swung his sword into Efials, both getting entangled. "Less talk," Pyramus said, pushing Efial back, "more fighting!" He jumped up into the air, striking his blade with great ease and speed, as if not trying. Retalliating, Efial hit Pyramus's rusted sword hard, cutting it in half. With a fast draw, Efial was struck into the ground again; now Pyramus hel a gargantuan two handed blade, wrought of many different tipes of metal. Efial shot up, now striking Pyramus's sword with ease, one slash after another seemed to stun him, each one making Pyramus smile more and more. Efial's rage grew; he hacked him at all sides, yet Pyramus stopped the blows easily enough. Now it was his turn. He jumped again, his blade shining brightly and nobily, as it sturck down into Efial's sword, plowing Efial's feet into the ground, disorienting him and causing his balance to be lost. I cannot lose! He performed a mighty dodge, flying intot he air as Pyramus struck the heavy blade into the ground, not noticing Efial come down and stab him in the leg! With a scream of pain, he fell, but he swiftly regained momentum and started to swing hard. One swing. Two swings. Each Parryed by eachothers opposing blades. One hit, two hits. Each took the same amount of pain. One hack, final hack... The blades collided again, imploding the middle of the forest. ****************** Hope you enjoyed the read! This Friday comes more! Then we'll all wait for June 20th! Yay!

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Welllllll....I think it's a great idea. I mean, Harry Potter? Coming to life? It says Hogsmeade will be remade, along with the Forbidden Forest and Hogwarts. And to finally see them come to life is awesome. Especially when J.K. Rowling is designing it so it looks EXACTLY alike. I like the idea, and I'm going there opening day! :twisted: But that won't come for a couple of years. :evil: Anyway, I wanted to hear some fellow Tip.iter's opinions on this. I also wanted to pole it: Good, bad, or meh? So... Good: 1 Bad: 1 meh: 0 Contribute if you wish.

I've played every Zelda game. I'm that much of a fan But TP and Pcarina of time are my faves. Both pwn. :P

It isn't an epic poem, because an epic poem is written by exaggaration and to follow a beat so it can be easierly remember. This is not. Sotty Archimage, many things I disagree with. I do appreciate your critisidm, though. First off. This wasn't to prove that I could write poems. Merely, I wanted to prove that war sucks. Archimage. It's a fictional poem about a soldier whom was responsible for ending the Nazis. Stop looking at a reality of it, because it is not true, nothing like this happened. Also, operation overload was not the stop of communism. :shame: No, it was the final break of all of Europe. And it took over 30 days to actually end it. It happened like this. The Americans, Canadians, French rebels (I think nothing great about the french, but many died, and I actually feel sympathy and have a soul) and the British. The Americans launched two attacks: from above, the 101st airborne division, and from the ground attack which pushed the Nazis into Normandy. The British, too: They launched the 82nd airborne division, and attack by ground, also pushing them in. The Canadians and the French rebels just pushed them in. So now, we are going supererogatory, and we trapped the Nazis in Normandy. Thus was born Operation: Overload, or The Normandy Breakout. And with that comes liberation. Get rid of your amature pshycology and read the entire thing next time. -.- It was shell shock. Have you been to war? Neither have I. But I have family who have been in insurgent attacks, particularly being blown into the air by a mine. Or just getting shell shock, my cousin describes it as a painful experience. Not a physical experience, but a soul experience. Also, a story like a poetic story can have imagination, getting injured, and again, going supererogatory to finish the job. This is what really made me mad. Since when does a poem have to have rythme? Some of the best poems don't have rythme. Most poems I read also typically use big words to describe events. These poems are the true poems, I think. They rhyme, if you look hard enough, you find the rythme (Or not) and are descriptive. That's what makes them famous and great: Different. It may not be great, it may not be the best, but it shows, like I said: War sucks, bad things happen. :boohoo: Lastly I don't think the Odyssey, one of the greatest Epics ever, a poem, is anything great in terms of rythmic flow. :lol: :lol: :lol: That's all. archimage, thaks for the advice, but think of something out of your comfort zone, you know, no rythme poems? I mean, I';m not good at writing poems, but Hell, I just did. Thanks Xewleer. Thanks everyone. G'day. /\o/\o/\.::Sephiroth_King::./\o/\o/\