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PLEASE SOMEBODY ANYBODY!!! Has anyone seen or heard of Akriltoh360? I know he goes on these forums, or did, but I don't know his name. :(

Wait... so where's he going? Just quitting RS for a while, or is he cutting off all ties to the modern world?

Fishing lobbies in Catherby when I was P2P, and nobody was talking. All of a sudden this guy starts "singing" "MY HUMPS MY HUMPS MY LOVELY LADY BUMPS BRING ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD!!!" Sorry no proof, but come on, if you're going to start randomly typing lyrics, stick to one song. :XD:

Tyronica Bia- nothing says power to the chicks like that right there, now does it? And it has some latin meaning, like power and kill or something. I don't remember much...

Sandwhich Lady- Why vote for anyone else when you can vote for the canidate that hits her opponents with baguettes? Why vote for anyone else when you can vote of a pink clad woman who pops up to the poor souls of the world, and serves them fresh baked goods? On election day, who are you going to vote for? An alcoholic dwarf, a evil talking cat, or the one woman you can count on to always bake the fluffiest buns in all of Runescape? *Shows pictures of Sandwhich Lady walking with happy smiling people, reading to children, and signing a bill into law* "I'm Sandwhich Lady, and I approve this message!"

Luzi and Daniel sat at the heads of a long table, Riddius, Cleo, and Leopold sitting on either sides. Luzi cleared her throat. "Leo's coronation as the heir to the Amythist Empire is tomorrow evening, and I'd just like to thank you all. Each one of you has done something that has helped us get here today." She lifted her goblet of wine, and smiled. "Cheers!" They clinked goblets, and continued eating. Leopold looked up from his steak. "Um... where is the coronation going to be anyways?" Luzi took a sip of wine. "At the castle, of course." Leo's eyes widened. "We have a castle?" All four began to crack up, leaving Leopold clueless. "What?" Riddius coughed. "Kid, we don't just have control of a good hunk of the world. We have an entire realm. " Lepold choked on his water. "What? You have a realm??" Luzimelle nodded. "Deep in the forests south of Ardougne, theres a tree. All you have to do is touch it, and you're instantly transported to Amythist, our real empire. We've got a huge city, sprawling countryside, a good sized lake, and of course, the fortress and castle." "How come I didn't know about this?" Luzi shrugged. "I guess with all this battle business the past few weeks, I never got around to this part."

Leopold sat on a chair inside the Apothecary, as a man with a brown apron on handed Luzi a bottle of silver liquid. "Put this on his eyes in the morning and at night, and he'll be able to see again in about a week." Luzimelle smiled, and ushered Leo out the door. She looked him up and down, and laughed. "Your coronation is next Saturday. We definetly have some work to do." Using the shoes Faylle had given him, he walked alongside her effortlessly. "Why? Aren't I fine now?" His mother chuckled. "The Amythist Rangers aren't just a clan, son. We're more of a culture. This will be our first meeting since you're born, so-" Leo laughed. "You want to show me off, right?" Luzi smiled. "Don't you have some training to do? With a certain monkey?" A voice spoke from behind them. "I don't like being called a monkey, you know. More of a simian..." Riddius smiled from behind them, holding a bagful of bananas. Reacting to their startled looks, he smiled. "Just doing to grocery shopping. I mean, you never know. A couple simians might just show up at the coronation. What would happen then, huh?"

A tall, red haired teenager walked among the charred ruins of a camp. Above, a dragon flew in the cold night sky. Steam rose from the recently burned tents, spiraling into the sky like ghosts. The boy stooped to pick up a charred helmet. He sighed, and sticking his sword into the ground, he placed the helmet over the handle, a small tribute to the deceased wearer. A gruff man in a bear fur vest came ambling over to the boy. "Kilroph, sir, are you ready to leave?" The boy, Kilroph, scowled. "Francis... who did this to my father?" The man coughed. "Uh... I'm not quite sure, son. Your mother is getting into the carriage now. The group is ready to leave... don't want to stay too late. The wilderness is a dangerous place, expecially at night." Kilroph crossed his arms. "I'm not leaving until you tell me who did this." A carriage surronded by several large men on horses, each wielding a large crossbow, sat a ways away. Another man gestured for the two to hurry up. Francis grabbed the boy's arm. "I'll tell you in the carriage. Now come on. I'm your bodyguard, its my job to keep you and your mother safe." Kilroph yanked his arm away. "No. You can't tell me what to do!" He began to run in the opposite direction. Francis took three large strides and caught up with him. Grabbing his shirt, he yanked the boy back onto the ground. Francis lifted him up by his collar, Francis stared him in the eye. "We need to go. Your mother would kill me if anything happened to you." Kilroph struggled angrily, as Francis dragged him along the chared ground to the waiting carriage. Opening the door, Francis pushed him inside. Once the carriage was closed, he mounted a horse and began to ride with the other men. One of them turned to him. "Francis, what was that all about?" "He wanted to know who killed his father." The man sighed. "Estah still hasn't told him?" Francis shook his head. "No. He think that Luc was on a hunting trip these past weeks." "She needs to tell him. He can't just grow up not knowing why his father was gone so often!" Francis sighed. "I wish I could, but Estah is to fragile a woman. Her health, its declining." The other man grunted. "Who's going to lead us then? We can't just... stop. We're the Wilderness Army. We need a leader." Francis looked towards the carriage. "I'll talk to Estah. With any luck, our leader is sitting inside that carriage as we speak."

Dying constantly, being bored. Having nobody to talk to that aren't on my AIM buddy list.

I don't have proof, but someone was saying how Runescape is the devil's game and it poisons the youth... :roll:

Lets see... I was eight. Didn't start playing until I was 12.

Thanks! They're great!

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And that would be curtains, folks! I'll be starting Heir of an Empire II next week sometime! :D Thanks for reading my stories, guys! Hope you liked it! =D>

Taeia stood on a cliff, overlooking the sea. Her moon pendent hung from her neck, gleaming in the moonlight. A very sober Nancy approaches. "My queen, are you alright?" Taeia shakes her head. "Its over for now, Nancy. I can't go on with this. I'm getting to old." Nancy smiled. "But haven't you only been in this body about 20 years?" Taeia nodded, and clasped the moon pendent in her hand. Nancy gasped. "No... Taeia, don't do it. Now now!" Taeia gripped the half moon harder, as she turned pale. Her body fell on the cliff with a thud, a thick red cloud hovering over the corpse. Nancy fell to her knees. "Taeia, my queen! No!" The cloud floated off the cliff into the sky, and as it did so... a raspy voice spoke from the heavens. "Nancy, do not speak of this incedent to anyone for a long time... this is my final wish." Nancy nodded, tears running down her cheeks. The cloud floated to the horizon, as the voice spoke a final time. "Do not fear, faithful follower... I shall see you in the near future. Don't look for me in that form, though. I will have... changed."

Taeia pulled out the scrolls majestically, glancing down now and then at a gasping Alex, who was clutching his stomach, and writhing in a pool of his own blood at the base of the altar. Taeia began to read. Children of Zammorack! The royal blood runs red Giving life to the faithful Ending the lives of the Unworthy creatures So gather under the spell My faithful children And see wonders never Percieved by human mind Taeia laughed hysterically, and shouted to her group. "Come, my followers! Let us gather the fruits of our bounty in the bloodied streets of Varrock, letting civilians know who is their real ruler!" The crowd cheered, and ran out of the fortress wielding torches. Up in the alley, Arius, Gobe, and Lea stood in around the corner, watching the group shouting and laughing throughout the streets. They chased people out of their houses, as many filed towards the castle. Arius counted until Taeia herself, followed by Shaun, Aticus, and Nancy came climbing out of the hole. He nodded, and gestured for the rest to follow. Running through the chamber where the altar stood, Lea was the first to notice the blood seeping down the stairs leading to the large stone slab. She shouted, and ran to the back of the altar. Lea stopped dead in her tracks, and fell to her knees. Arius and Gobe ran around the back, and shouted out of shocked. Alex was near death, and that was obvious. He clutched his stomach, breathing fast but raspy. Blood was soaking through his dirty pajamas, the color drained from his face. Lea was the first to act. She placed her hands on his forehead, and recited a few words under her breath. Arius laughed through his shock. "You... you're..." Lea nodded as the color slowly came to Alex's face. He sputtered a bit as the blood seemed to disappear from his body. Arius slapped his knee and shrieked. "You remembered! You did learn something!" Lea laughed as Alexander slowly came back to life. Gobe sat back on his knees and stared. "Is she doing that?" Arius nodded. "I taught her that when her poor kitty died... was his name Muffin?" Alex sighed loudly, and opened his eyes. He looked around confused for a second, and then attempted to sit up. Lea layed him back down. "Shhhh.... just rest. You're alive now, but you'll be very tired for a couple hours." Gobe's smile wiped away. "But the others... all the royals..." Arius stood. "They'll be alright. If the sacrifice doesn't actually die, the spells don't mean a thing." Alexander coughed from the stone floor. "Excuse me, mister? Could you get me out of here? I'm kinda getting the creeps..." When they resurfaced, Alex laying across Gobe's back, the Varrock Royal guard was fighting off the rest of the Red Moon Clan. One knight came running up to them. "The Prince! Is he alright? Where has he been?" Arius smiled. "We've rescued him. And the entire Royal Family. He's a bit weak, but he's completly unharmed... now." Gobe handed Alex's frail body to the knight, who nodded his thanks and ran off to the castle. Lea sighed and leaned against the wall. Gobe smiled and stood next to her. He stuttered a bit. "You... want to go grab a bite to eat before you go back to the island?" Lea nodded. "Yes, but I'm not going back. I'm going to stay here." Gobe smiled. "Why?" Lea laughed. "Because it sure beats the heck out of taking away bottles of rum with bananas stuffed into their necks away from clueless imbeciles."

Smiling kid fluttering tree Waving flower buzzing bee Delight in nature all around Doesn't take much to be able to see. Crashing waterfall, soaring bird. Floating lily, magic word. Powerful feeling, connect us too. What emotions are in you? I feel the loneliness, feel the pain, Sitting here watching the gentle moon wane, Sitting here watching the sun say goodnight, Sitting here watching the world without light. Take out the packet, the happines in twisted plastic Credit card forward, do the cutting, I'm spastic Desparate escape, that hyper manic state Tube up the note, and take the bait Why bother with the long wait? You'll never feel alone again mate. Yeah, never alone with the thoughts of my mind, The enlightenment you're trying to find, Is gone forever now you've taken the short cut You may be dying inside but it's a chance to unwind... And now, under the stars I sleep, Whilst the dying moon, does weep, My phone credit is running low, So to top it up I go! A knock on the door followed by a creak its your little sister come for a peek invite her into your soft warm bed then tuck the covers round her sleepy head She giggles, she groans She whines, and moans! But soon she falls, asleep on your shoulder As the fire in the grate, begins to smoulder. flames flicker and ashes fall your eyes wonder from ceiling to wall its coming to the end of a very long day you close your eyes, goodnight I say Dreams flicker, reality stays You're watching, you're waiting, counting the days A moment, a second, could change your life, It just takes time to keep your dreams at bay happy king, smiling queen remnents of a long lost dream a hope that fades like a flame in a fire as your imagination begins to tire As you feel, soon the dream will end. As your creativity is about to bend, With a lot of luck, and pixie dust. If one doesnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t work the other must Where dreams, are reality And reality, a dream Where all you need is vitality Just you, any your team Laughing face crying eye Waving hand as we say goodbye With fire in my blood and a song in my heart The dreamers, we're off, for a clean new start. This fantasy realm, of elves and dwarves Take away your breath, making a small pause. This is the way you see my lad, To keep your heart away from the bad. The elves they float on enchanted ground Graceful and beautiful - it's magic they've found Cunning and deceitful though they know what is right, Golden blonde hair, it shines in the light. the dwarves they are short, they are stout, they are bauld. well kept caves, away from the cold. sharp battle axes, and tempers short a trusty friend, and one very well tought. The unicorns, the nympths, of shimmering thought, The knights, the fights, of the royal court, A merchant's bargain sold at last resort, Every colour, every shape,our imagination sought. But, as adults we all know, its only our thoughts keeping them their, whilst our dear children, stop and then stare. They are to be children, in this humble land. What is better, they get to play in the sand. The waves rise. Like the sun. Across the horizen. The fiend stares across. Humbug. His eyes despisen. Bah. No one notices. This time for enjoyment, will not wilt. As they play. The way childern do. You pull up the quilt. He starts to hunger, forever more. his bin, with only an apple core. His stomach growls, as he waits for his pray and he pokes at his fireplace, made of clay. A snap. A crack. An animal in the traps. Soon eaten. Tied in wraps. all the while, innocents play on the beach. whilst the daemon prepares his leech. he plans and schemes to murder the all, yet, he is near his downfall. a battle begins on a blanket of snow purity, virtue and innocence go to fight for the freedom of a long lost soul whilst the winds of change take their tole As time moves on. So must we all. Death glance upon. Like statues, tall. We get closer to it. Each passing breath. Advancing until. There is nothing left. death, something we can't attempt to deny death, something we'll never defy somehow closer to our hearts than life oh how human minds are consumed by strife Life of pure. Life of dark. Life of a kind, found in a park. Love keeps it warm. Hate keeps it torn. So when your mum wants a hug When your baby sister's scared of the bugs, Or even when your tore your dad's favourite rug I hope you can only find... love. That love of bold. The hate of cold. Spread the love. Like a fire doth. 'I love you,' are words we hear Alot, and to my heart is near, The warmth when you hold me tight in your arms, I'm safe, I'm glad, I'm away from all harm Then again, you pull away. As our live, does being to fray. A shout here. A shout there. And suddenly our love lies thread-bare. but deep down, we still care, and when we see them, we stop and stare. they have moved on, breaking your heart. leaving you in despair You opened your heart. To love and care. Chilled winds whip. Though this once safe lair. Like a sword. It dashes you to pieces. While he runs free. Free to keep its leases. Yet you still walk on. In this world of hate Brittle Piece of Bone. All alone. Trying to Find. Never Know Love drives you on. Hollow though And it continues on. Worse than any blow I live this heart of hearts. I pull the cart of carts. For I am in love. I'l give hate the shove. Ben and Jerry's Perferably cherry Fully mending my heart would be a dream Since i'm patching it up with cherry ice cream

Arius ran ahead of Gobe and Lea through the streets of Varrock. He shouted to them as he ran. "According... to... my... calculations, Taeia has already gathered her chrystals. I cannot find their energy fields anywhere on the map but right... here!" Arius stopped over sewer hole cover that was slightly ajar. Gobe lifted it up, and pushed it aside. Arius stopped Lea who was attempting to climb down into the hole. "Wait, we need to get disguises." Arius pulled out his wand, and waved it around. All three were clocked in black robes. Arius nodded form under his clock, and jumped down the hole. Taeia stood before an altar than had been fitted with four brass stands. A large chrystal stood on each one, a large golden bowl in the middle. An ashen Prince Alex stood shakily next to her, one of Taeia's hands clamped firmly on his pajama collar. Taeia smiled and shouted to the crowed of thousands that stood in front of her in her underground fortress. "My followers! Tonight, is the night we take over the Royal Family of Gielnor! Tonight is the night that we become kings and queens!" The crowed roared. "And now... without further ado..." She held out Alexander's hand, and slit it with a silver blade. He gasped, and cringed from the pain. She let his blood drip over each of the chrystals, as they began to glow. Taeia smiled like a little girl. "It... is time...." She pulled back Alex's pajama collar, and slid the blade across his neck. There was a wild scream from the silent crowd, as she jerked the blade down, and accidentally stabbed him in the stomach instead of the throat. Arius and Gobe stared angrily at Lea. "What on earth was that?" Arius screeched. Lea smiled. "A distraction. Now come on, we need to get out of here." A fat man in a robe turned around, and shot a spray of purple sparks out of his wand. Arius, Lea, and Gobe woke up several minutes later, laying outside the sewer cover... and outside of the ceremony.

Lea smilied happily, her brown hair fluttering in the sea breeze. Her Custom's Officer hat sailed a long way back, a ting blue dot on the horizon. Gobe sighed, and leaned back on his crate. He whispered to Arius. "Why did she need to come?" Arius shrugged. "We could use an extra pair of hands. And might I remind you, those hands have several years of magic training under their belts." Gobe snorted, and bit into a banana. "Since when do hands where belts?" Lea walked over, and smiled. "Thanks for letting my come with your Arius." Arius crossed his skinny arms and leaned back. "Thank you for letting me bring back all my rum!" Lea laughed. "You mean arthritus medicine?" Gobe sighed. "Come on Arius, she can't help us rescue the kid. She's barely even older than I am." Lea scowled. "How old are you?" Gobe shrugged. "29, give or take a day or two." Lea smiled. "I just turned 30 last Tuesday." Arius chuckled. "If it means anything to anyone, I'm about 138." Taeia walked past Alex, who was locked up in a cell. He was badly bruised, and tired. She smiled as she kneeled by the cell. "Little Prince Alex! Guess what we got? All four chrystals! And guess what else?" She slid a rusty key into the lock. "Its time." He turned a deathly color white as she pulled open the barred door, smiling like a maniac.

One of me on a flying carpet. I think I deleated it though...

Thats a horrible comparison. A dry cleaner giving people massages, what? And at that you also asume that because there isn't as many "average" people coming they are hurting profits. However, you forget to remember that the f2p players in runescape don't pay anything. The money made from advertisements is not a *big* deal, and unless all of f2p up and leaves there are always other players willing to play a game for free. Just like in your example (if we could use it) if they drycleaner let people take in their cloths for free in return for filling out a survey from a company, or something trivial like that. The dry cleaning service is not as good as if you would have paid, and is slower, but you got it for free. The money they make for helping these companys advertise/whatever is minimal, but it is money. There are always people who would want to have free drycleaning so even if someone figured "hey, this service sucks!" there would be 3 to take his place. The fact is (as I have stated before) is that Jagex has no intention on having people stay f2p. No, they want them to get members. If the person up and leaves it doesn't give them a second thought because they will have plenty more joining every day to fullfil that persons place. Jagex benifits in no way from giving free to play updates, not at all. :wall: It wasn't supposed to be a good comparison. I was just coming up with PERKS. Well the people who don't pay have to contribuate SOMETHING. I mean, if you started an online game, and nobody was playing OR paying, that would be a problem. F2P people are just as important to Jagex as P2P people are.

yes! I know but I am talking about Runescape. True... but would Jagex really put something that advanced into a game filled with 11 year old boys who speak in a language that not even the most expirienced linguist can understand? Doubt it. They're a big source of income. (No offence to ALL 11 year old boys, a good amount of you aren't that bad.)

I'm kinda new to anything that's not a pixel, so here are two for underbanners. Just basically like the underbanners for your shop, but with different text and different colors. If i put anything but that down, it was an accident, please just forget it. Kind: Underbanner Style: Not quite sure what the choices mean... something like the underbanners for your shop. Size: 300x19x10kb Colors: Red and Black B/W? No? Text color: White Text: Moonchrest Chronicles ________________________________ Kind: Underbanner Style: Not quite sure what the choices mean... something like the underbanners for your shop. Size: 300x19x10kb Colors: Blue and white B/W? No? Text color: Black Text: Heir of an Empire

I do believe there is something a bit like that on Tip.It... its called the Varrock Library. The graphics aren't amazing, but the stories are.

read the rock with your bloody ketchup