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:lol: :lol: that goes in my sig! Anyway, if you talk to the historian mines (whatever) and tell him about your adventures, the boxes are filled in. I only need the temple of Ikov quest and I am finished! (138 kudos! all boxes filled but one!) It definitely puts histories slant toward the supposed awesomeness of Saradomin.

what you lot talking about? its up, I put the link in the site, but here it is! http://www.zybez.net/tomes.php Also, I think meme's comment is unfounded, we are still discussing stuff here. I think we shoulds look at the following books for necromancy : Iban's resurrection, Diary of Tarn Razalor, Journal of Sin'keth magis (not for necromancy, just the history in it.) And the Shaman's tome. Anything else?

He is in a computer lab, not talking about using consoles.... any fighting game is sub par compared to all other games anyways.... Besides that, i suggest finding Age of Empires. It's an excellent game to set up as a tourny. age 2 for the win! also, look on the net for free to download rts, like trash and navy field

L walked through the corridors of his mind, gathering all the information he needed to its front. He thought, pondered, wondered and philosophized until he collapsed from the sheer exhaustion of thinking so hard. He awoke, and he finally discovered the answer. Gathering he many assets and funds together he began to build a powerful android. he had great difficulty in building it, ending in him having to make all his own parts. The android was complete. He knew that many things would come to pass before anyone would use it. He then acquired two of the machines used when the 5000 were taken. Now turning his agile mind to this new task, he tried to create two things, a time machine, and an interface to the internet. ------------------- Lenguin had taken a day off. She needed it, with her son's intelligence continuing to expand, her husband still without word of her, though she wanted to talk to him... So she decided to talk to a friend, who relayed her to a psychologist. She, however, found very little solace.

=D> very excellent story, I didn't much like FMA (give Host club or Haruhi any day) but I do like this! do some more!

(this part is written only for the amusement of others, but a few parts are very important for plot!) Two men walked through the corridors of the American's secret service, super secret, totally high profile roadside motel. "Anyway, John Wolf, the boys are edgy about this whole Runescape thing. They want you to look at it." "Its John Loup, and who are the boys, the pentagon? The cabinet? The generals in training?" "Come on man! Loup is French for wolf, and besides, both the names are words for toilet!" "Sir! Normal people don't point that out!" "Your right, Wolf, thats a codename..." "Who's? Mine?" "No, mine, anyway, its my two boys, Bobby and Robert, they want you to get to the bottom of this..." They continued to walk down, then, the man we know as "Sir" began to do passwords and secret codes into a pad for a long time. "Anyway, they want you to prevent more harm before fat ladies get their voices back and decide to go to the ballpark." "Whats that mean?" "I don't know, but it sounds spooky!" Finally, he opened the door to reveal his super secret soda machine! "Darn! Out of Welches!" He closed the door, without locking it, and went to another door, that had the sign: top secret! That means you! "Anyway, I want you to work with this guy, he knows a lot." L stepped out, putting the finishing touches on his machine. It was one of Andrew Gower's machines. "I want you to go into the game, and if possible, contact a Jagex moderator, my friends have made you a more than decent account. I need you to talk to the moderator and ask him about my piece of mind about national security." "Why can't you just tell me now?" "I wouldn't waste government money. Now get in there!" L stepped out, having finished his work. "your crazy." "Thanks son, if I wasn't crazy, I'd not be a higher up."

It was definitely a dream and he knew it. Growing Night felt very strange. He knew about dreams and how such-a-part of the brain affected such-and-such part of the consciousness, but he still felt very strange indeed. A grassy plain, people standing and falling, killing, looking around, he saw someone coming toward him. "I know you are messing with my dreams." "Wow! People usually don't realize that in the books I read." "Well, what do you want? L?" The figure, who could only be identified by his posture was visibly surprised. "Well, Listen carefully..." Growing Night woke up in a cold sweat, almost crying, in fact, he began to. lenguin came slowly, to see what was the matter. She was intimidated, Growing Night, had never cried after his birth. She comforted him and felt comforted herself. Her son was a real boy after all.

Zbedger, I don't mean to take away your furer, but how far have you actually read, truthfully? Also, I don't think there was a mention of the WOM in Tai wanno village place,

very nice, but next time, edit your previous post if your results are not a post apart (someon else's post) Anyway, did some light talking in Shiloh village, found nothing to indicate a WOM sighting. Same with other places on Karamja, but especially in Shiloh village Edit: hey guys! go to the knowledge base home! they have an article on the Mueseum!

(six months later, one year since the exhibition in Saint Louis 2012.) Lenguin nodded. "Yes, he has gone insane once before. I personally think he has some kind of messed up multiple personality disorder. But its not like anything else a psychologist has ever seen. He has at least four different personalities. The first is evil, the second is relatively good, the third is a kind person, and the fourth does not consider itself a true voice. The reason why the fourth has such a low estimation of itself is that it is true Hylean. The one time... do you remember the bestial gentleman killings a while back?" The reverend thought a moment. "Yes, unsolved if I remember." "Hylean was the main suspect, but the reason why he was never caught was because the voices, the personalities just denied it, everything pointed to, yet denied Hylean's guilt. I found him eventually, when he was listening to the third, pacifist voice. And I kissed him, then he remembered." She smiled, remembering something, then sighed, hand to her lips. "We were just married then, and I think I made him... go crazy. Its, just like an adventure being with him, but still, I feel safe, even at his most dangerous, no matter what happens." Lenguin left the minister soon afterward, Growing Night followed, a little chuffed at being not allowed to finish the song, but obedient. Lenguin arrived at the workplace on the Monday. L, who apparently lived either in the building or nearby was already there, running diagnostics on the servers. "How are you today, Lenguin?" *sigh* "Okay, its a hassle trying to find a school for my son, because he is way too smart, unfortunately." "I'm saving you money, which we need, mother. Do not be distressed over my intelligence, it is a great gift with a purpose, maybe staying by you is my purpose?" "Don't talk back to me please, just... please be quiet when adults are having conversations, even if we don't really display our feelings." L, intrigued at Lenguin's comment, thought, then replied, fingering his hair. "Will nothing take him?" "Nothing of importance. Anything wrong with the servers today?" "No, but there is going to be a glut of updates, but the first precursor is a new skill. Flight and airships, of all things." "Well, let Mr. Gower do what he wants. Lets start making sure it gets updated right." -------------------------- Andrew Gower was beginning to have slight, small doubts about the supposed effectiveness of what the untried program could do. But he could not do it another way, the code was stretched, yet fitting. He had a great desire to put as many updates into the game as possible, and he decided to do just. ----------------------------- (Six months in the past, 2011) Hylean woke up, feeling nauseated and strangely satisfied at the same time. It felt like three voices had turned into one voice, but he could not remember anything. He knew what was his, where he was, he had a vague idea what he was, but he knew nothing of his history. It felt like he had always been in Runescape. He tightened his armor and proceeded to leave the portal. He arrived in Falador and went on the second floor. Three players were talking, loudly. The first talker was the leader, the other two seemed to be his underlings, as opposed to being treated like equals. "Well, what areas AREN'T taken?" "Well, the trolls." "The trolls are too hard to keep in control, I need something like Dueler's area, you know, with a player combat place." "You mean, like Castle wars?" "Exactly! We shall institute our kingdom in the Castle Wars, Yanille and south of that into the Ogre swamps and even south of that, if we can." "Yessir, but how?" Hylean stood up, his now agile mind was going very fast. "By right of the sword!" The three looked at him blankly. "You know what I mean, have the strongest player fight any challengers, and thus win the respect of other players. And I could do it!" "You, I don't even know you!" "But that doesn't stop me! Give my idea a test run, you can only go up!" "Very well, meet at castle wars! Watchtower Teleport!" The leader disappeared, the two others followed, Hylean, who had exchanged rings on the way there, rubbed his dueling ring.

Now if I recall... Okay! a dragon Kin is immortal! However, because they can't reproduce, they feared unnatural death(in other words, someone killing them) and created the dragons to defend them. We don't know if Dragonkin are still in existence. But it is assumed. I always thought that the Elder Dragons were the Dragonkins personal bodyguards, not like the army of dragons.

My view is, if an old person is telling m... say... drugs are bad Whereas a twelve year says different (I have met 12 year old druggies! Do not say they don't exist!) I am going to believe the old person on principle. Our culture (In America and Britain at least) is a culture of the glorification of the young. Old people are there for the instruction of the young when they can no longer do manual work. For teaching the meaning of Manliness or Womanliness (And don't give that cabbage that they should be treated the same... We would be unisex if both were) for the betterment of society. As a 17 year old going on 18 smarter and more mature than other people in my class, I do not expect to be listened to, I expect myself to listen. If a twelve year old says this game is good, yet an older gamer says, don't even borrow it, I will believe the older gamer on principle. The betterment of society is something that has been lost sight of, and I don't mean charity work. I do not expect, nor many people I know, 17+ do not expect the 12-1 year olds to quite understand what is going on in society. And I do not talk charity, I talk of just spontaneous good works like picking up the garbage along the street.

But... isn't a poem story called something to the effect of an epic poem? J.R.R. Tolikien wrote very long poems that told stories, no one ever denies that they are poems.

I know what he means... But I'm 17. My view on age discrmination is this. You punks deserve it! LOL! anyway, I believe it is not an issue. A twelve year old can hardly be expected (even when I was 12, and I am sometimes mistaken for an adult in bearing and speech!) to do anything responsible and important. However, they can be responsible and do important things, but it takes great effort on their parts. And quite frankly, if you are whining about this, try to be a model twelve year old please. BTW, I loved the first two seasons of digimon. And I still sometimes talk about stuff like that with my friends, when they are decent. Also, why can't 17 years olds be discriminated against, it would make it fairer. And old people?

Zant walked slowly up to Hylean, doing his utmost to keep his anger in check. "I'll be darned, Zant!" "Eh?" "My name's Hylean, I do believe we met, some six months ago at a exhibition..." "Never mention that to me!" Zant fully cracked, brandishing his granite maul he hurled himself at Hylean. Hylean tried to dodge, but Zant was too fast, and he landed a powerful blow. Falling back, Hylean tried to get up. A third voice appeared in his head, then, he spoke to Zant. "I don't want to fight you anymore." "What! You'll fight me! Ding it! You fing noob!" Hylean, clutching his head in one hand, and his sword in another. kicked dust in Zant's face and escaped, then used the player owned house teleport. Hylean collasped on the bed, now clutching his skull with two hands, trying to figure out, just who was dominant.

I, as is the case right now, don't understand what Archimages is saying! It told the story of an unnamed soldier in the war to free Europe from the Nazis! It touches my heart... but, you write better stories than poems, though with work, you could make this like some of J.R.R. Tolkien's epics that I love so much! I do not think the French are anything special... except for their baguettes. :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Hylean allowed the data to soak into his cloths and skin, relishing the affects. Xetax leaped up. Jumping towards Zsinj, she tossed blinding powder into Hylean's face. Using the Lunar magics to heal Zsinj, she stood and faced Hylean, who was still reeling from the effects of the powder. "I am afraid you must fight this one, Hylean." Xetax wondered, who was her adversary talking to? "Very well." Hylean's posture became less bestial and more elegant. Holding his sword in one hand, he beckoned to his opponent. "Well? Come on!" Xetax jumped, landing right in front of him. Launching a flurry of attacks that would put a martial arts master to shame, she attempted to slash Hylean with her claws. He dodged them. Then he lifted his hand, holding the runes for wind blast. Xetax dodged, but Hylean had not cast the spell yet. Landing behind him, she attempted to attack his back side. Hylean's sword appeared suddenly, blocking her attacks yet again. Suddenly, she felt herslf being thrown back. Hylean's hand, slightly steaming from the magic, waved at her. "SOB!" "What?" "I called you an SOB! B!" "I think you just insulted my mother." Xetax did not heed his body posture. "Yeah! And your dad too! You are a...(10x bleeps) " "I am afraid you have sealed yoursef from any mercy I may have given." Xetax sneered then attacked. Hylean merely jumped to one side at the last second, slashing at the same time. Xetax was nearly cut in two, but she had also dodged at the last second to gage his attack. Hylean shrugged, then threw his Buster Sword. Catching Xetax straight in the face, she collasped, and found herself in Lumbridge. Zant sighed, now he must enter the fray. Loosing his granite maul, he moved toward the fighter who had already defeated two of his officers.

icthlarin is the protector of cats. ur thinking of amascut, the devourer. she's afraid of cats because she turned her mutinous followers into cats. :oops: sorry, my mistake. I like what you did to the first page, KC, My theories on it! w00t! Anyway, in response to Jeda's comment, Sophanem has many different colored carpets. Though red is the most popular, there are multiple colors, like the ones I mentioned. (blue tan white etc.)

Agreed, I would like to see a Starcraft 2 as well

I confess to loving Saint louis more than I hate New York! I confess I flame people when I go crazy. (No joke, I have some insanity/paranoia issues)

Stop posting this stuff people! We discuss this within the first 10 pages! Darn it!!!! Anyway, I also found out that there are multiple copies of the Saradomin rug in brown tan (sandy colored) blue and red possibly wwhite as well, just thought I should mention it.

(six months in the past, compared to last post.) Hylean slouched against the wall, licking some invisible substance from his blade. Mumbling contentedly to himself he began to speak aloud. "Information, data, its all the same, it feels like power, more information and more power right?" He suddenly bent down and came up. "Yes, but it doesn't feel right like this." He repeated the previous motion. "Oh, shut up, I like it, and as your evil half, I account for quite a lot." Suddenly, a player who had been hiding ran out from cover, attempting to make it over the hills. Hylean jumped, landing in front of the offending person. It was one of the "Cursed" as they were called. She was one of the Five thousand players doomed to wander the world of Gielnr, until Runescape is no more. Hylean was about to end her current state of existence, when a sudden conflicting thought came into his head. "Don't kill her! She looks just like beloved!" "But she isn't!" "She looks like it!" "But she is just data and a soul... in fact, I bet that is more informative than just normal players." Zant cursed under his breath, no sign of Roshia yet. He nodded to Zsinj, who jumped don in front of him, wielding one of the finer sabers from Mos l'Harmless. "I can't let you kill her in such a way, Hylean." "Lets kill him instead then, a compromise?" "Agreed." Zsinj felt slightly off balance, who in the world was Hylean talking to, but it didn't matter to him. He went on the offensive, slashing quickly at his eyes, attempting to blind him. But Hylean was quick, he countered and jumped back a little, then forward, putting his momentum into the swing, which he knew the small saber could not block. Zsinj, however, used a thrusting move, forcing Hylean to use a defensive attack, sending Zsinj flying. Zsinj got up, he replaced the saber with a katana from the eastern lands. This was a much more weightier, if slightly slower weapon. Hylean was laughing, swinging from side to side as if he was ready for any attack that could possibly be used on him. Zsinj swore to end his maniac snickerings for good. Hylean allowed him to charge, then blocked his blade by parrying upward, above his opponents head, then downward.

Icthlarin absolutely hates, abhors, kills (eats?) cats, they are her natural enemies. And Randox, I'll help you out, just give me something to do.

Lenguin slowly walked into the ministers office, the door held open by its inhabitant. The man looked like Patrick Stewart, and was proud of the fact. He sat behind his desk and waited for her to begin. She could not find the words she needed to say. So he initiated the conversation. "So, has it been a year since your husband died? I'm sorry if I'm mistaken, but you do have a son, shouldn't you be going to find what God has in store?" "God wanted me to be with him! Why else do you think He put us together so well... so... He isn't dead!" "But, child, he no longer exists in this world, his body is empty, I am very sorry I speak callously, but you must remember, life is defined by our bodies, God merely speeds up the inevitable as He wills. Since his body is empty, you must logically conclude that he has died." "I don't give a darn for your logic!" A brief silence, then, an organ is heard playing theme songs, from games and such. They walk out and see Growing Night playing with just a beginners book in front of him, but now he plays by ear, very beautifully. Lenguin is very saddened by this, just one more skill her son gains at a very young age. "Then, please tell me about him." "My son or my husband." "Either." "I guess I'll just talk, My son was born four years ago. I see you are trying to stay from showing surprise. But I ... I am scared of him, no, for him. Those who seem super intelligent are some of the most vulnerable people. Hylean was like that, He'd get bullied and bullied in college, but eventually... My son defies normal definition, even beyond what imagination allows. It's like being in a horror movie like The Omen, the first one. I don't think I am to blame, I am trying to say that I am... I'll talk about my husband then. He makes me feel safe. I always feel insecure, no matter what happens, Hylean cures that. Even when he goes insane, I still feel safer, even fighting against him, than I do anywhere else." "He goes insane?" ------------- Andrew Gower has finally hit on the correct code which he hopes will bring them back, all of them. He began to set the steps in motion. But an email stopped in his tracks. "Your fire walls are insufficient. I have seen the coding, do not put this into action! I beg you! It will destroy you. L" Andrew Gower ignored the warning, he was sure that this elegant specimen of Java coding was most sufficient.

OK! I think we should decide this once and for all! Death= dungeons (?) Famine= desert! disease= swamps (no other explanation... except the west ardougne or sophanem.) War= wilderness