llamster

Cyan

I love this story. I wish Sirith Knight would come back, but he probably won't.

Are you working on the review on my story? Just checking :D .

I would reconmmend that you write it in a different format, with longer lines and less space in between.

You're right, I should make the plot more complex. I just had a great idea to do that. As you can see, instead of making a new post, I just added more to the last one *crowd gasps, some faint*.

RS2 graphics (I refer to the graphics that have been upgraded, such as the new Varrock) are much more detailed than RSC graphics. The animations are VASTLY improved, and guess what? IT"S 3-D! You can really submerge yourself into the game, unlike RSC. P.S. They are very noticable.

Actually, I would like it if you tried to predict the storyline. It's going to be a fairly short story, and the plot won't be very complex.

Do you review unfinished stories? I have one called "The Adventures of Jack". If you don't, I'll check with you later.

I'm not (wasn't) doing the random event, I just love that song.

Pinball Wizard (in-game)

Reserved.

By bf do you mean best friend or boyfriend? You mentioned that Toast was male.

Makes me feel glad I only bring an addy sword to wildy.

RSC graphics are better than RS2? You must have had too much to drink.

I'd like to write for you, but i'm only twelve. Check back with me in 6 years.

Good luck mining 200k essences. I was shocked when I found that you still had lvl 1 defence and prayer. I had heard about strength pures, but I thought they were a myth.

Yes, Jagex can't make anything balanced. I think they should start imagining that they themselves were the players.

Definition of noob: Any player that is idiotic and/or immature. Noob's definition of noob: Any player that isn't.

Usually bots don't affect my game play, as i don't woodcut and I mine in remote locations like Crandor. However, i see them a lot at the Karamja fishing dock, which is really annoying. I report any bot I see, and yes, reporting does make a difference. EVERYONE START REPORTING THEM NOW!!!!!!!!!

Ginger Warrior, I agree with you. There isn't much choice in weapons, though I would have to say that Karil's is more preferable than crystal. Weapon customization would be a great idea, though I think it shouldn't be too complex; maybe some sort of speed or power upgrade.

Absolutely love the show. My third favorite, after the "Suite life of Zack and Cody" and "Hannah Montana"

Great story so far. Keep it up.

Thanks for the compliments, archmage. I write small sections of the story and then post it, so I probably won't have any large posts. By the way, how do you indent, because using spaces doesn't work.

Chapter II ------"Jack! Are you listening?" Mr. Forther snapped. ------"Huh?" Jack replied. ------"You better start paying attention, or I'll get the cane", Mr Forther threatened. Jack had no idea what a cane was, but he decided it probably wasn't the right time to mention that. He sat up straight in his chair. "As I was saying, the igneous rock is formed by..." ------This is boring, Jack thought. The classroom was a large, dimly lit room with gray stone walls and terra cotta floor tiles. 15 students sat in unpainted wooden desks that, being made for dwarves, were uncomfortably small for Jack. Dwarves were stockier in comparison to humans, so the main issue was leg room. Jack has expierimented with various positions until Mr. Forther told him to sit properly. ------Avilon Forther, if your I.Q. is so low you didn't figure it out already, Jack's teacher. He was a fierce-looking dwarf with short brown hair and a large carefully combed beard. He always dressed in the black uniform of a dwarven Army captain, apparently to intimidate his students. The tactic worked, and the teenage schoolchildren cowered like 5-year olds until he told them to sit up. For Saradomin's sake, I don't think I can take it! Jack sighed and continued listening to his teacher's lecture on igneous rocks. Fortunately, this was the only year he would have to go to school. The citizens of Keldagrim could only receive 8 years of free education. ------Finally, after what seemed like hours, lunchtime came. Jack's school had only 3 classes; one 6th grade class, one 7th grade, and one 8th grade. The students had to bring their own lunches, and today Jack had some beef jerky and a piece of bread that he kept in a small sack under his chair. He bent down to grab it and joined the rest of his class in the hallway. ------Jack's school was just three adjacent classrooms, a large oblong lunchrooom, and a corridor sandwiched in between. Jack and the other students entered the lunchroom. The lunchroom was exactly like the classrooms; same walls, same floor. Two long tables with benches filled the space. Jack remebered the promise he had made to himself yesterday: make some new friends. Jack sat down by some kids. ------"Go away, human," one of them sneered, emphasizing the word "human" as if it were a type of poisonous spider. The rest shifted in their seats, away from Jack. Surprised by their negative reactions, Jack quickly got up and sat by a second group, a boy and a girl. ------"Hi," Jack said. ------"Hello," said the boy, the same one who was friendly to him yesterday. "You must be the new kid. Jake, isn't it?" ------"It's Jack. What's your name?" ------"I'm Phil," said the boy. ------"I'm Theresa," said the girl. Maybe making some new friends won't be so hard after all. ------"What's with those other kids?" Jack asked. He briefly described their behaviour. ------"Well, a lot of people here are still suspicious of humans, after that war, especially Asgarnians. You must be new to the city, then, if you don't know that. So... what'ya like about Keldagrim?" ------Jack took the beef jerky out of his sack and wrapped the piece of bread around it. "I like the river." ------"What can you tell me about the river?" Jack asked. Phil immediately started talking nonstop about the Kelda. Phil had dark and and large brown eyes. Theresa had straight brown hair and bright green eyes. Both were a foot shorter than he was. ------"And that's how the sewer system works. Do you want us to show you around the city this afternoon?" Phil asked. ------"Sure". -------------------- ------The dock shook violently as Jack nervously stepped onto it. "Oh, c'mon, there's nothing to be afraid of," Phil reassured him. The wooden dock was about forty feet long, with about a dozen small boats on each side, fastened to it by ropes. Phil got into one of the boats, which apparently was called a "kayak" and unfastened the rope that secured it. He grabbed a double bladed paddle from the inside of the kayak and started rowing out into the river. Aven and Theresa did the same thing, and after a moment's hesitation, so did Jack. ------This stretch of the Kelda was lit by a number of skylights. Normally that would result in retina-scorching glare for the cave-dwellers, but today the skies were overcast . The current was not as strong as Jack had expected, the river sluggishly moved southward at under two miles an hour. "C'mon, follow me," Phil called out to Jack as he started rowing with the current. Imitating Phil, Jack clumsily used his paddle to turn his boat and attempted to keep up with the more expierienced dwarves. The river was packed with large barges carrying raw material, water taxis transporting the citizens of Keldagrim, and other small boats like Jack's. He had to carefully maneuver around the water traffic and occasionally lost sight of his friends as boats steered in front of him. ------Left, right, left, right, Jack's arms began to tire after a half hour or so, but he ignored it and kept on rowing. Phil, Aven and Theresa made a sudden left turn into a narrow canal lined with decrepit buildings. Jack, hastily turning to follow them, narrowly escaped colliding with a barge. ------"Where are we going?" Jack asked. ------"You'll see," Phil replied. The canal opened up into a wide lake. Houses lined part of the shore while a number of wooden docks filled the area nearest to the canal, right next to a number of small buildings with large piles of dead fish piled in front of them. Needless to say, there weren't any houses nearby. They rowed towards the docks, which were full of fishing boats, so they dragged their kayaks up the shore. ------"What are we doing here?" Jack asked. There didn't seems to be anything interesting here. Before anyone could answer her question, a teenage dwarf several years older than himself stepped out of the nearest building. ------"Hello! What're you doing here?" he asked upon spotting them. "Who's this?" ------This is Jack," Phil said. "He moved in here a few days ago." He turned to Jack. "This is Barry. He works here." Barry, though several inches shorter than Jack, was very tall for a dwarf. He had long, white-blond hair and was wearing a blood-stained white apron. "We're showing them around," Phil said to Barry. "By the way, could you keep an eye on these kayaks? They're rented." ------"No problem," Barry said. "Hey, Jack. If you're going to live here, you're gonna have to get used to the scent." He laughed as he grabbed a large net full of fish and dragged it back into the building. ------"We're here to show you a place where us three and some others sometimes meet, and then we'll go down to the rapids." Phil said to Jack. A number of questions were running through Jack's head, but he just nodded. They started up the beach, passing the building Barry worked in and entered a narrow street. This area was apparently part of Keldagrim's fishing district; the sound of knives decapacitating fish filled Jack's ears and the smell of dead fish filled the air. Most of the buildings were old and in need of repair, and the street was littered with trash and fish guts. Then, they stopped in front of a large building. ------The building was two stories high and was built out of gray stone like most of the other buildings in the city. The roof was once covered in slate tiles, but most of them were gone, revealing moss- covered rafters. There were many windows, but the ones that had not been shattered were so grimy that Jack could not see through them. The door had fallen off its hinges and was propped against the wall. The building appeared to be a warehouse of some sorts, though it must've been abandoned for decades. ------"Here we are," Phil announced, stepping inside. Jack and the others followed. The interior was rather dark except where the light from the windows hit the floor, reminding Jack of the rest of Keldagrim. Numerous crates were piled against the bare walls. ------"We used to play hide-and-go-seek and other games here," Theresa said with a somewhat sad voice. ------"But what we did as little kids is not important," Phil said. He walked to a corner of the building and opened a trapdoor that Jack had not noticed before. Jack quickly walked towards where he was standing. The trapdoor led to a tunnel that dropped vertically downward for about ten feet, then went straight. Nothing more could be seen in the dim light, other than an old wooden ladder. "This tunnel was built decades ago to smuggle illegal wares across the city. The black market was closed quite a while ago, but the tunnels survive. From here, we can travel all across the city." Phil smiled and started climbing down the ladder. Jack and the others followed. ------The tunnel was square, about five feet tall and three feet wide. It was dug through the stone and supported by sturdy wooden timbers. It was very dark, and the three were very cramped in the tiny space.

Banned because you forgot to give me my cookie.