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Sounds good so far. Interesting events, almost as though it's WWII all over, but in a later era with a LOT better technology.

All who replied to my story, thanks so much for the advice. I'm going to be making another story soon, but I want to get a subject on which I can build, just like this story. Something like "How this came to be..." It's great to be appreciated. :D

Chapter Nine: To-Be-God Mini-War Part Two The beings were whispering excitedly about what had happened. Saradomin admitted he almost screamed when he felt Guthix on his arm, thinking it was a snake. Zamorak turned the color of the rubies (he was already a red dragon) he took when he saw that part. "I thought you edited the version, Sara!" Zamorak growled. "I never promised, dear Zammy. And please don't call me Sara. It's the name of a girl." The magicians had finished their business, and got on with the story. Each relative entered the cavern at the same time. There was a small column in the center that was encased in glass. Inside was the necklace, known as the Necklace of Energy in this story, but the name varies by story. Each young man reached the glass. Something came from another tunnel, but the men didn't notice its arrival. It let out a snarl, and it got hit by each customized attack as a consequence. With the Saradomin strike, a white crystal covering encased the being, which is known as a Pure in the language of the Underground. The Claws of Guthix let the fangs of the snake sink into its rainbow-colored, leathery hide. The poison seeped out, and yet another covering of green crystal plastered around it. The Flames of Zamorak caused extreme bleeding, letting the crystal come in. A red metal replaced the crystal in the spots it sank in. The uncut rubies flew out of Zamorak's bag, creating a sort of throne of metal and a Pure. The men returned to the glass, and offered their gem (or gems, as Saradomin found a sapphire as well) to it. Each gem took a side, and the top opened up. Each person grabbed for it. Saradomin got it first. This showed he would be guaranteed the most powerful of the gods. Zamorak's contract to become a god was redeemed by his sacrifice of the rubies he held. To keep balance, the higher force let Guthix take his place as a god as well. There was a horrible problem that occurred from this small, yet dangerous war. A tradition kept by the previous gods, the Feast of the Powerful, was corrupted. The new gods had to reorganize the feast and re-choose the Powerful beings talked about in the title of the feast. Shades and zombies represented the Undead, Demons represented themselves, there were the chickens, the King Black Dragon (who was no doubt still invited before anyway), the Kalphite Queen was in the same position as the KBD, and the Chaos Elemental was in a powerful position anyway. The feast kept the power and agreement alive. The story of the war ended there. The beings woke up later in their original habitats, with a perfect memory of the events that took place on the journey. They would be ready to tell their offspring the story, and the Feast of the Powerful would continue. All was well now, with power freshly renewed. Nothing bad would happen for a long, long time. THE END

Chapter Eight: The God War's True Story The light was almost blinding. Saradomin in his true form was standing in the midst of the elves. He was much larger than the elves, almost as slim as them as well, and in shining armor. It appeared in the previous ages species similar to the present-day ones existed. The young, tall god had a short crop of brown hair on his head, as well as a beard. A giant elven two-handed sword was in his hand. There were a bow and a staff of ancient wood in his belt, along with a dagger made of the strongest known metal. Across a hill was another army. Gleaming a powerful dragonic red as opposed by the elven silver, it looked as though the hill had just gotten a painful stab wound. A trumpet sounded out, and Saradomin ran forward, gripping the sword. Archers on each side were firing madly. Another man, similar to Saradomin, was on the top of the opposite hill. His bloodred armor glinted in the light as he held a longsword of dragon-scale high. The warrior, Zamorak, was in the middle of a crowd of ancient goblins and a few red dragons. Likewise, Saradomin's army had some light creatures (yes, the very ones that are in Juna's cave to this day) and one steel dragon. On a third hill, another man in green dragonskin armor with a magic bow was wading through a crowd of druids and river trolls. With the name of Guthix, he believed in complete balance and the power of herbs. He was an archer mainly, yet he could deliver powerful magical attacks and a decent melee strike. His creatures of choice for flight were green dragons. Bursts of energy zipped around, landing into parts of opposing armies. At the bottom of the hills was a necklace that could create the wearer into a god. It was deep inside a cave and guarded by creatures of unfathomed strength. Saradomin and Zamorak were brothers. Guthix was a long-lost cousin with equal power. They all opposed each other and were willing to kill for a chance to become godly. Bodies were scattered around on the hills. Warlocks were healing people as fast as they could, but the casualty rate of them was so bad that they were losing progress. Dragons roamed around in the sky, jetting bursts of flame when they thought necessary. The warrior relatives made it to the cave, where they each ran through, seconds apart from each other. The glittering jewels in the walls seemed to be trying to slow them down. When the cave reached a three-way fork, each brother went a different path. Saradomin took the left path, which was filled with diamonds. Guthix sprinted through the middle, which held emeralds. Zamorak headed right, the only path left, which contained fiery red rubies. This is to be remembered, for it serves of importance later on. Saradomin encountered nothing but jewels, yet he was cautious and held his staff in a defensive position, grasping his dagger made by elven hand in his other palm, which was sweating. He reached the end of the tunnel, only to see something in a chamber past it. For some reason, he took a chisel from his sack, cutting a diamond from the wall and cleaning it. He entered, ready to roar the incantation of his own spell, the Saradomin Strike. Guthix scrambled through the rocks, staring wide-eyed at the emeralds. He took one from the wall, polished it, and kept going, bow in hand. He was waiting for something to leap out at him. From behind a rock, a snake slithered out, inspecting the man. It slid onto his arm, twining around it. It turned into a shield of some powerful metal and lent its fangs to the man. The venom and the fangs themselves would be useful later. The end of the tunnel was near. A light was at the end, leading into a chamber. He was ready to fight, if need be. Zamorak took many rubies in his greed. He cut only one, which is also important. His longsword in one hand and a dark brown staff in another, he ran to the end. He had vowed to become powerful, and the promise would save him later. The odd room past the tunnel was near. He was almost there... The real chamber snapped back into focus. The tunnels were familiar...too familiar. The mages had to go to the bathroom, so the others rested a bit. The story would be back, and they were caught in suspense.

Powerent Tnerewop. Looks like "Therewop" or "There, Wop!" I just learned that wop is a real word. If it's a noun, then my account backwards means something cool. Not cool, horrible. It can be either a "waiver of something" on the web or an offensive term for someone of Italian descent. If I insulted someone with this, it's truly an accident and I'm sorry.

^You have a cool sig. I may want to eat it sometime.

Too bad, because what you wish never seems to come true because other people corrupt it. I wish people would stop making wishes which they think will come true on this forum just to watch them be corrupted. Except for people I hate.

Awesome story so far. I would suggest a bit less conversation (even though it was essential to this chapter) and some more action. The computer seems to be telling a lot of the story. Was that planned?

Wow. The match in strength between Talon and Leax may prove valuable later, I'm guessing. Incredible turn of events and good detail. I want to know what's next.

Chapter Seven: The Feast of the Powerful (day 5, evening) Thoroughly and entirely defeated, the chaos elemental beckoned for the assorted armies and creatures of each kind to come forward. "Only the Kalphite Queen, the King Black Dragon, Gronzpor and Tolstakar, Bwokgov, Headhunta, and the selected shades by the names of Duskfire, Lorelight, and Aphohunger may come with me. Gods, you may come down now," the chaos elemental grunted. Those sentences were like along speech for it. Saradomin, Zamorak, and Guthix came down in their own fashion. True to his humble nature, Saradomin the Monk floated down lightly, prayer book grasped in one hand. Zamorak being Zamorak, his dragon form leaped into the air, roared, breathed some fire, and dove, landing next to his brother. Guthix's chosen snake form grew wings and hovered lightly near the others, growing just big enough to be noticed (noticed in this case meaning the size of the average python with wings still attached, but larger) and hissed softly. Each representative (or representatives) used their own method to get down to the cavern. "Just wait," was all the gods told the others. A pillar grew upward, but it felt as though they were all going downward. They were being stretched outwards by a hidden force. Their extremely large combined mass made it harder for the portal to accept them, unlike how the tiny humans who got through to the altars of the elements without a problem. Everybody, oddly, closed their eyes. When they opened them, a large room made entirely from stone was in front of them. There were twelve places at the table, each one suited for the being sitting in it. A chair was in one place for Saradomin, while the others got some slanted area or another. "Dwarven masters' finest," Saradomin mumbled. The others just nodded their heads absentmindedly. They didn't care about the table; they only wanted the food on top of it. There was human meat (much to both Guthix's and Saradomin's disgust), herbs, vegetables, cows, sheep, and even dragonhorn, a delicacy in that time and place. All at once, they started eating. Headhunta, the zombie, took a plate full of brains and gulped it down ravenously. Bwokgov pecked at some chicken, and then started on a bit of Torstol. (Before it was used for potions, it was often eaten.) The shades picked at the assorted meat and some random vegetable. Saradomin ate only beans, eggs, herbs, fruits, and spices. Guthix chose eggs, herbs, sheep, and vegetables. Zamorak Took all the different kinds of meat, added some dragonhorn and devil-spice, took a Equa Leaf, and stuffed it into his mouth, which got him a chiding from Saradomin. The demons ate a large amount of everything. When all had been eaten, the gods stood up. The others perked up and stared attentively. "Since all of you could come, your power will be renewed for yet another age. Remember the story your parents told you, about how all strength was lost during the God Wars? You will get a firsthand account of what happened, and you will learn much. Come magicians of the gods! You have an image to play in powerful creatures' brains!" Each god boomed at the same time. Some extremely perplexed mages were summoned to that spot, obediently displaying the story into the minds of each creature.

You swing your axe at the tree... It swings back and shouts out "Woohoo! Weehee!" It cuts off your head Now you wanna scream You see your axe's head just gleam From your severed head pops a SWAT team They kill the tree and give back your head The trees get mad and kills you dead Oh geez, that was violent.

Chapter Six: The Legendary Fights (day 5, early morning) The Kalphites got into their regular battle position: three guardians lined up at front, four rows of mixed guardians and soldiers, the center had three guardians on each side of the Queen, and then the ranks went back the same way. Symmetrical and deadly, the insect army charged at the blob of an elemental, managing to scrape the level 305's coating of slime part of the way off. A long-range magic attack from the Queen destroyed the rest of the armor and hit a bit past, sending the chaos elemental hurtling backwards. The ranks of soldiers kept coming, despite the fact they were losing consciousness rather quickly. The reinforcements in back came up, leaving the Queen at the end. Through the barrage of swords, arrows, and magic blasts, the elemental shrank. A noxious gas filled the arena, which knocked out the rest of the troops, beside the Kalphite Queen herself. "I have awaited this moment," the chaos elemental rasped. "The time I get to fight one-on-one with the Queen of Insects." "I agree," the Queen hissed and commenced to spray the elemental with shards of her molded wings, which she kept in case of emergency. The ongoing amount of attacks and the sheer pressure from the crowd finally caused the pure chaos creature to surrender. "Good fight," the Queen buzzed. "Yes. Now, army of the undead, fight like you never have before. We are going to have a small battle." The shades and zombies assembled into rows and columns, led by Duskfire and Headhunta. Almost immediately, the army exploded into action. using pure fire, ultimate slams, and force in numbers to pummel the chaos elemental to exhaustion. The battle lasted for a bit longer, all on account of the elemental giving the sleep spray and a sort of magic blast that knocked the lines of soldiers down. At last, the elemental abandoned the fight. The armies of the Kalphites and the undead then proceeded to sit (or lay) on the stands, ready to watch the fight between the chickens and the elemental. The fight began when an unorganized (yet organized) array of magical attacks bombarded the chaos creature, immensely injuring the somewhat internal organs, as internal as a creature of smoke can get, that is. It retaliated with a bomb of sludge, causing temporary poison, the inability to move, a slowness, and a lessened amount of sight to the chickens. Scouts then pecked at their feet, releasing themselves and then the larger chickens. At last, the elemental just stopped. The chickens were teleported to a watching room because of their size and shape. The demons came next in the battle. Large amounts of slashing, biting, and a small amount of ranged attacks relentlessly hit the chaos elemental. It seemed anything could get past it based on speed of defeat. The elemental then decided on using its secret weapon: it slammed itself into the ground and made all the stalactites come crashing down, [bleep]ing many demons unlucky enough to be in the path of a small skewer. Gronzpor and Tolstakar came out from the rubble, standing back to back. Tails whipping around dangerously, they pounded the ground with their fists until they glowed red and a crack appeared in the rock-solid ground. With a solitary war cry, they charged the elemental and kept penetrating the insides of it with flaming hands. The elemental fell and lay there. Once the demons were teleported to another watching room, the elemental rose to face the wrath of the dragon. The dragon rose to its full height and rose eight feet into the air. It breathed its almighty fire at the elemental with three heads, beating its wings to the same pulse of its heart. Dust swirled in the created wind, camouflaging the dragon inside the dirt mass. On cue, four blue dragons came from all sides, slashing their mighty claws and breathing fire nonstop. With a whoosh, the King Black Dragon settled into a small dive, whipping its tail menacingly. Two heads blew fire, one took a large bite, and its claws broke through all armor inside. The giant mass of attacks took a total of twenty seconds. The elemental had no time to attack, and yet it was beaten. "Never challenge a king," the dragon advised the chaos elemental as it left. "Guide us, please. We have a feast to attend."

Chapter Five: Pure Chaos in the Dark Realm (day 4 evening) Through the volcano the demons pushed, moving through the winding tunnels that could barely hold each one's mass on each side. Gronzpor and Tolstakar were oddly silent, yet they felt a voice commanding them, the commanding officers, where to go. Was it the voice of a god? If so, which one? There was no time for the foolish talk now, for the voice kept going ceaselessly, warning the demons of a monster ahead. They decided to wait at the end of a tunnel that lead into a dark cave. Anything could be believed by the weaker lesser demons in this unheard-of darkness. There were four greater demon guards at each end, as to save the others if need be. The huge, gaping hole in the ground opened wider as the Kalphites got closer. Finally, the fissure ate them whole, but they landed gracefully and lightly onto an odd platform that took them down to the edge of a tunnel. The pathway itself desperately needed cleaning; the insects made their home in this dark, smelly place. The Kalphites weren't complaining. They got to see some long-lost cousin again, one that they never knew in the first place. That's beside the point. The Kalphites dragged themselves through, slightly smaller than the walls allowed, but something was missing. The gods had forgotten to invite the chaos elemental. Either that, or it was waiting for them. "Guards! Listen!" "Yes, Queen?" "The chaos elemental is waiting for us. We need to position ourselves at the edge of the tunnel, so that when everybody is there we can fight all the more powerfully." "Incredible idea, Queen!" the Guard Battalion chorused. They kept to the plan and waited. The chaos elemental wouldn't stand a chance. At the top of the pillar, the chickens were abandoned by the mage, who decided to teleport away. They walked cautiously to a cave whose hole was at the center of the plateau. The tunnel moved at a sharp angle down, so the chickens had to root themselves to the bottom of the pitch-black tunnel. All they could see, and hardly, were inscriptions of pictures of birds on the walls. There was no way that they could be in the same dimension. First of all, the plateau did not have room for a cave like this in its side. Secondly, the darkness was complete. Light would have penetrated, had it been possible to have a cave inside the plateau. The chickens shuffled along, afraid for what would happen next. They all seemed to know something more powerful than any of them, besides the Kalphites, the King Black Dragon, the shades and zombies, and the gods themselves. This was not a reassuring thought. If they could be overpowered, would anybody help them? Would humans come? It was all so confusing, but the end of the tunnel stopped them. The time had come to wait for the other beings to arrive. The shades and zombies were in a tunnel very similar to the other powerful beings' caves, except the walls were dripping with blood and brains: the two favorite foods of the army itself. In the Kalphite cave there were insects, the Kalphites' relatives. The chickens got pictures of themselves, and the demons were attracted by the smell of the volcano. Temptation must have been a test. None of them failed yet at any test on this journey, be it weather, sickness, or temptation. They never stopped along the way; they held still at the end, where a large cavern held most likely some horror that just barely wouldn't beat them. Was it the Tz-Jok-Jad? It was the chaos elemental, they agreed finally using telepathy. That was it! They could contact the others using it, and enter at the same time. Duskfire and some other select shades with names like Aphohunger (Apho is the beginning to aphotic, or midnight). Each shade got one, except for Lorelight, who couldn't get to the KBD yet. All they had to do was wait and try again. The King Black Dragon barreled into a tunnel at the top of the air-filled cave. Still spiraling, it blasted past all sorts of reptiles, knowing that if it stopped, the feast would wait on it alone. It suddenly got a signal in one of its brains from a shade by the name of Lorelight, who wanted it to get to the edge so that they could rush at the chaos elemental that was guessed to be inside. When it got there, it told them to say go. The shades said "go," and the entire group pushed their way through. They all fit. So did the chaos elemental. "Hello," it whispered in its rough, dry voice. "I am here to take you to the feast, for I live here. For trespassing, I'm afraid we will have to fight, one species at a time. Oh yes, King Dragon, you get some reinforcements for your current army of one--or three. It depends on how you think about it. Just fight, weaklings, but do not kill. It is time for me to fight the Kalphites. All others leave the arena and go to the watching area. I said, you foolish mages, WATCHING AREA! Conjure it! Now!" Saradomin, Zamorak, and Guthix all grinned at the sight of the chaos elemental getting mad at the truly--for lack of a more fitting word--foolish mages. Each group showed intellect in some way so that it fit the big picture perfectly. As long as nothing died in the battles, nothing would go wrong. The three all-powerful, immortal gods sat in stands yet higher, taking on forms of real beings. Saradomin was a monk, Zamorak was a red dragon, and Guthix was a snake. Let the fight begin.

Chapter Three: Traveling (day four) The eruption shook the ground, sending thick black smoke and pumice hurling into the air. The debris swallowed up the bottom of the volcano, as well as the demons' sight. The smoke had no effect on breathing because of the environment they lived in anyway. The talisman glowed in the darkness and shoved a path directly into the volcano itself. The lava came up and split into two separate forks, surrounding the demons, but not touching them. A path led directly into the fiery maw of the explosive mountainside, beckoning them in. Despite the late talisman's arrival, the Kalphites were moving quickly. The weather had cleared large thermals were shoving the insects to their still unknown destination. It seemed Guthix got the thank-you, the Kalphite Queen thought joyfully. The talisman suddenly, and very oddly, pointed straight down. The Kalphites settled into a gut-wrenching dive, wind screaming in their ears. A massive fissure opened in their path and the talisman didn't change course. All that was left to do was give control to the relic made of maple. Instinct told them to. The map the Zamorakian mage conjured led the chickens through a forest, a desert, and a grassland. The end of the designated path said to stand at a certain point. Squashing together, the chickens managed to stay on a small patch of land, which rose into the air as a massive pillar. Through the clouds it ascended, making each birds' ears pop repeatedly. When the column of stone finally stopped, a large plateau was before them, urging them on to the other side. The shades and zombies kept on their path. Nobody stopped them, for they were in rural area with superstitious people around, when there were people around. The blood arrow started shaking, not sure where to point. When the massive stopped, they were being lowered on a platform to a tunnel into, quite possibly, the center of the earth. The smell that the demons loved was extremely powerful in this part of the earth; the undead army couldn't wait to get past the acrid odor of warriors not good enough at music to please Guthix. In one of the shade's minds, it imagined a grave bearing the words: Here lies the unnamed archer who died trying to please Guthix by playing the triangle. It had to keep from laughing, for that would have been fatal in the army. The King Black Dragon still had to get a move on. The navigator snake kept guiding the dragon to an ocean, where a wind shoved the dragon down into the water. At first, the KBD thought it was dead, but when it tried to breathe, it realized it was fine. The snake directed with astounding speed in changing direction, until an underwater cove was reached. The King Black Dragon reached up, breathed with its three heads, and flew upward into a shaft of air. The stale, moldy oxygen was humid and made it hard to think. Moss covered rocks on the walls. Guthix must have known. How nice. Saradomin, Zamorak, and Guthix linked a portal to the darkness altar, which lay on a different dimension. When the talismans went out of control, the portals opened to the group who came through. The type of talisman decided the spot where each species would land. The last leg of the journey was near. Yet, alas, the hardest part was yet to come.

I truly am seeming to make it up, with only vague ideas to what happens. I put the meat on the bones after I make the bones.

Interesting beginning. Despite its long and rather slow nature, it makes way for a great story. It is mysterious and has an odd deep meaning. It will be interesting to see what comes next.

Chapter Two: Eruptions, Gifts, and Vipers, Oh My! (day three) The demons were faring well. The talisman was leading them past a volcano, where they stopped to rest and smell the air that reminded them deeply of home. Both Gronzpor and Tolstakar were calm and not fighting (a first indeed) and the talisman seemed to stop itself to take a small break. A dull roar echoed in the calm silence of the lesser and greater demons; the sound was unmistakable to them. An eruption was coming! The Kalphite Queen and her Guard Battalion rushed to the old waving man, hovering two feet from the ground all the way. "What is it, sir?" the Queen asked in a hissing voice, hinting an accent from the language of the Kalphites, or Kalphlican. "I have a gift for you on your journey," the man informs her politely, as to not make her angry. He need not have worried, however. He took a parcel from his large white robe that also covered his large stomach. It was covered in white paper most likely the kind used in bank notes. "Thank you, kind sir," the Queen comments as a Kalphite Guardian takes it and opens it. What was inside was a talisman of maple wood. Engraved in it was a map, with moving parts. "Thank Guthix, kind druid. Thanks to you, we will make the feast." The evil chickens headed out from somewhere east of Falador. Strutting along, they traveled along the border of the Wilderness, right next to the ditch. Something from Zamorak told them to visit the mage above Edgeville, for he could help them on their journey. They each leapt over the gaping trench, going five at a time into the zone of angry, aggressive beasts. North they went, moving east at regular intervals. The mage in his flowing red robes and plain staff was waiting outside his home, leaning on the magical piece of wood. "Zamorak told you himself, I presume?" the mage noted, smirking. "Correct, magician-whose-master-leaves-out-seeds-for-us," the largest chicken, Bwokgoy, replied casually. "Please call me Domonic, or Dom for short. You will need some guidance, correct?" Dom smiled, obviously, and mysteriously, pleased with himself. "Yes, Dom. We seek the table of stone where the creatures of power dine to renew their titles and powers. I have heard of the shades coming, no?" "Yes. Along the journey, the vampires will release their power as commanders of the undead. A shade and a zombie will lead after. May I ride on one of you large, powerful, yet flightless birds?" "You may ride on Keztam, the eighth in command, if he agrees on it. All we need are directions." "I am the map, for my magic will summon one as a homing device for Lord Zamorak himself." "Sounds good to me," Bwokgov caws, ready to be led to the feast. The vampires relinquished command to the shades and the zombies, and trudged back to Mortanyia. The shade leader, Duskfire, and the zombie leader, Headhunta, were enjoying their leadership abilities maybe a bit too much. The lower-leveled slaves had to carry a talisman that had fallen from the sky. It was made of glass, and the arrow on it was inscribed in blood. All that the not-too-dead beings cared was whether it worked or not. The King Black Dragon awoke with a start when a snake had curled itself on its sensitive neck. With a ripple of muscle near the shoulders, the KBD gently moved the snake off. The snake in question shoved itself into a ball and became what looked like a talisman of nature. The snake, now much smaller, pointed its head north, so the dragon decided to go that way. Little did it know each of the gods had contributed to help it, for they favored it above most other species. Dragons were well-known by them, and each one liked it, and agreement was rare upon the three powerful deities. The gods just waited, as usual. Their gift to the dragon, the chickens, the Kalphites, the demons, and the undead smoothed many disagreements right over. But the journey was not over yet.

Thank you so much for the compliment. I'm only a kid. I want to be an author (hopefully before I'm 18) and be a best-selling author. There's a heck of a lot more to read, once I write it. :D

It's an interesting poem with a powerful meaning, yet it should be made into a story. I mean, there is rhyming, but the rhythmic feel isn't quite in there. My advice: scrap the rhyming and make it into a story with almost the same words.

Chapter One: Lost (day two) The powerful species were making their way to the site of the feast. They all were making enough progress to be significant in getting to eat at the right time. The demons, the birds, the insects, the dragons, and the undead were all moving along on schedule when trouble began. The demons started to get lost. The dragon and the Kalphite Queen hit bad weather in the sky; the same happened to the giants, the undead, and the chickens. Tolstakar, a burly demon general with an uncontrolled anger and a large appetite, began leading the others off-course, even though he... no, she? (scrap that, "it"!) was too proud to admit it. This lethal mistake dragged the entire party of demons in the wrong direction. Gronzpor, a lesser demon captain, realized the problem and reported the mistake to Tolstakar. This caused an argument which was settled with the arrival of a talisman. The symbol, written in an ancient ink on essence of the pure, showed an arrow pointing North North-East. Doing the sensible thing, both Gronzpor and Tolstakar waived control and let the now-levitating talisman lead with the troops stomping along in the deciduous forest environment. The Kalphites weren't doing much better. They noticed an unidentified human attempting to communicate on the specialized contact organs in the Kalphite scouts. The Queen and the other insects on her back dropped straight down, trying to get the human with too much knowledge to see them. With more advanced contact organ sensors, the scouts identified the human as elderly (for a human), harmless, and in need of giving a package of some sort to them. The drop through clouds showed the Kalphites that they had flown into a volcanic ring of islands. There were huts assembled into a puny village surrounding the explosive mountain above. The man waved his wrinkled hand, and the Kalphites drew near. The chosen vampires trodded the sopping ground, insulted that the gods made the trip hard. Klaxken, one of the stronger vampires, realized that they could go no farther, for the rain was coming down harder and harder. The pine forest they were in was certainly not the correct place to be, and snow seemed inevitable in these conditions. A cave was found, and the 30-some vampires decided on staying there. They just barely escaped the blizzard. All alone, the King Black Dragon hovered above a chain of ocean islands. It knew that there would one day humans would take control and destroy the places they were in. So invasive, similar in that right to the KBD, who spiraled into a canopy of trees, shaking the branches and the monkeys climbing on them. Immediately it fell asleep, oblivious to the vipers waiting, but too scared to try and eat this three-headed beast. Saradomin just waited for a response. The talisman had been delivered. Guthix had put out a plan himself, but only he and the person he told what to do actually knew. Zamorak still had something left to complete, but who knew what it would be? When the chickens chose to rest in a farmer's roost, he just sighed. This would be long wait.

Oh lordy, this is one awesome story! Just keep writing. This is like waiting for the newest video game to come out. I applaud the suspense. =D>

I'm an aspiring writer and I have decided to write some on the forums. I have non-Runescape related stories, but the one I am making, The Feast of the Powerful, will most likely be followed by yet another story. Nobody can stop me now! Muahahahahaha! Just read it and comment.

Prologue The lesser demons from Karamja Volcano climbed the inside cave to the top, the burning acrid smell of the volcano refreshing to their distorted taste buds. Curse that feast. Warriors came to them anyway, where either a demon or a human would die. Feasts came from that, didn't they? Demons would arrive, and would do anything to get there. Evil chickens were not seen by humans for the days it took to walk to the sacred site of God Wars in the ages past. Their flightless wings just made it harder to traverse the rocky slopes above their lair, but the teleporting mages delivered by the gods themselves would help. As long as Nigel the rooster at Falador decided not to attend, the feast would not be upset by the chickens. Flightless birds will attend the feast. The Kalphite Queen and her royal guard battalion had to fly across the Kharid Desert, trying to stay hidden from the archers that would surely attack if they saw a target in their midst, with its weak spot open! All she was told was to follow the instinct inside of her and to find a stone table on a volcanic hill where the winds parted. The master of insects would surely come. The King Black Dragon decided to fly to to site of the gods, paying its respects to the creators and stuffing its many cheeks with innumerable amounts of food. From its caves it flew, its massive wings shoving it to a meal that would signify dragons would never be forgotten as powerful. Countless vampires walked along, splashing Mortanyia's mud in the marshes, making the deceased turn in their graves. Nothing stopped them, for the bites would be past fatal in this situation. Food was waiting, and they would not be stopped. A select group of giants slammed their feet into the grounds around Runescape, heading toward the ultimate goal: the feast of the ones that deserved, and got, pure power and a reputation to match. The giants would not be left behind in the unofficial race to the meal that the gods prepared. Finally, the gods themselves came. Saradomin flew atop a hot air balloon, followed in they sky by monks, dotted with Templar Knights. Zamorak took his mages along, hiding in storm clouds with extreme amounts of lightning. Guthix just rode on a giant enchanted mushroom, followed by caravans of trees inhabited by druids. Everybody would come. The Feast of the Powerful would finally commence.

Incredible story. I don't know how people looked past it for a year. The previous tips are good advice, and taking advice is a great skill. I could probably create a sequel if you wanted me to. Oops, I was looking at the wrong thing. Sorry 'bout that.

Nice poem. You think you could make another one with a different subject?