dangelo

For a 12 year old, that is amazing. Hope for more good things in the future.

Oh can I be in it? I would more than likely be in a corner cursing, scribbling away and tear stories up etc as I do in real life. I find it hard to write something I like. I wear what you wish me to wear :oops:

Pasties are from Cornwall in England. Anything else is a keep imitation of a Cornish Pasty. Possibly the tastiest treat known to man

You just called me and Toast pjers? Thats cute

We need capes of achievement please?

That is cute. Do you see f2per having riots? We are happy when we get an update of any sort. Members moan 100% more than f2p about updates...so shush

Thanks for the nice comments people. I should stay away from fantasy for a bit i think :P

I really am not happy with what I have written anyway. Fantasy is not the way I like to write. I have had a few short stories published in lesser publications before but all relevant to real life. I might churn out a few more chapters later but I think for now I shall keep it on hold.

Well, recently I have been browsing all forums and came to the varrock library section. I myself used to frequent it but haven't been there for a while. I feel that it is a somewhat hidden forum that people don't even know about! If you enjoy reading, you should definetly go check out some of the stories! I feel some of them are rather impressive and they should get the respect the deserve (No, this is not a plug for my writing)

Never heard of it

1/10 cos your mean to me in rs :shock: (10/10 for real though)

Yer I was debating what his name was to be honest. I originaly had Roald but the guy who proofed it changed it so meh. Also, on a Runescape related forum I would expect people to know.

I try to act my age from time to time

If you had any knowledge of runescape you would know what ronald looks like and "the palace" is the only palace I know of in rs....

Your Sir are stuck with my stupid rambling in game so I decided to ramble here also. You already have higher fishing than me which is rather shameful and you already know how to act like a noob 10/10 Ps: I posted a new one :P

CHAPTER 1 There is talk of an ancient scroll. A scroll so great it would rock the foundations of the modern world. A scroll that challenged the greatest beings, the three beloved Gods of runescape. The scroll talks of Zaros. Zaros, the greatest, the leader of the four some believe. Zaros the mere mortal others. Let us hope that the truth that the scroll holds is revealed in the near future. Every two years there is talk of a great adventurer being sent by King Roald in search of this relic with no such success. Most are driven wild by the senseless searching, not knowing where to start, never knowing where to end. Five years had passed since the last brave man had been sent to his certain demise, and the King must choose another from the brave batch sent to the palace. The great warriors who had been summoned to meet with His Royal Majesty, King Roald the Second, felt like Christmas had come early. They where waiting the Varrock palace, possibly one of the most amazing pieces of architecture ever built. The palace held more rooms than these warriors could even imagine, but they where relaxing and dinning in possibly the most amazing of all. The grand hall which went for as far as the naked eye could see from end to end. Amazing drapes adorning each and every wall with art from Leonard, the great runescape artist to ever live, covering the ceiling. Not one inch was ugly in this hall, except for at present with two dozen brutes lounging on cushions and drinking ale from tankards as large as their hands. All this was spoilt when the royal fan fair came from each and every crevice of the room. His Royal Highness, King Roald the Second swept into the room, not even looking at the brute in front of him, trying to make his small build appear as large as possible. "BURppppppppp, scuse me Gov'," exclaimed one of the filthy heroes King Roald surveyed the men in front of him. He found the ceremony of "Sending Forth," so tedious.The time honored tradition his great-grandfather had started really wore thin after the second ceremony. Being stuck in a room full of great warriors and heroes, who together failed to string two coherent sentence together, for two whole hours really did hurt the poor man. "Sir, may I suggest one chooses between Dispute the Amazing and Trall the Great this year?," grated the voice of Croll in his ear. Croll had been with the family for over 50 years. Man-servant to his great-grandfather, his father and now, unfortunately, to him. Unfortunate due to the fact that Roald the Second was forced into the family profession sooner rather than later,due to the fact that Roald the First unfortunately fell out of a third floor window in the Varrock Palace into the courtyard below. It was no surprise that Roald the First met an untimely death, but Roald Jr more than hoped he would see his time at the Rangers guild through. "Just give me the list Croll and let me see." The list read like a who's who of heroes. Anyone who had killed anything larger than themselves or saved a beautiful woman was on it. Three of the names caught his eye. Three names that he did not recognize. These three would be the lucky three then. Hopefully they would have more than three braincells to share. "Step forward Stewart the Dragon Slayer, Roger then Rouge and STAN." There was silence in the great hall, not one man moved, not even a muscle. "I WILL BE OBEYED!" bellowed Roald, "I am the king and all." "If I may be so bold to take Sir to one side," whispered Croll. "Not now, I am trying to be in charge here," said Roald in what he hoped was a lofty Kinging voice. "As one wishes," replied Croll, secretly smirking, waiting to see his king make a fool of himself. The king managed to spend ten minutes huffing and puffing and failing to blow anything down before hearing the laughter from the corner. "Would Croll like to share this joke with the rest of the group?" demanded the King. "I did try to tell Sir, but the three you search for, they didn't turn up." After dismissing the would be adventures from his hall, Roald collapsed into a chair with the ever present Croll standing by his side. "Did I make an idiot of myself Croll?" "Well not as such Sir,although one did threaten to have everyone in the room hung if the three you choose did not step forward. I also seem to remember you telling them that they would then have the Tribesmen from Karamja eat them after they where hanged. So all in all Sir, not a bad day." Roald sunk even further into his chair, "Just find them for me Croll, before I managed to make an even bigger idiot of myself." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first piece of fantasy writing so please be nice. I plan to write the next chapter tomorrow :D Tell me what you tthink, and please be truthful. I'm a big boy now The first posts made no sense because I had missed out a part of the story without realising to be honest. Anyway, post away.

Thanks for the comments people! I should hopefully have the first chapter of my new story out tonight if all goes according to plan. Expect a complete diffrent writing style as I try to be funny :P

Thanks. I am currently writing something that will appeal to the masses. A fantasy story based on runescape. It will be my first ever attempt at writing anything relating to fantasy so please don't be too harsh!

you are not the only one who he scammed. Are you sure it is not your invent 20 minutes after scamming Timmy?

First a little background on me and the story. I am 19 and wrote this about 2 years ago. I am thinking about starting to write again and just wanted to see how this would be recieved. I plan to write Runescape literature, not sure if it would comedy etc as of yet. I wrote this story after a good friend of mine found out his girlfriend was pregnant. We where 17 at the time. Tell me what you think. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The car sat by the side of the road with us, the silent figures, inside. Neither of us talking. Both waiting for the first word. How could we ignore it? Two months pregnant, both of us too young, unsure on what to do next. You broke the silence. Why? You told me to drive. That you had to have an abortion. That your parents will kill you. That itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s the only option. What about me? What about the other options? Do I get no say? Tell our parents, keep the baby. I could get a job, I could support us. I looked at you, your green eyes as fierce as ever. I had known you for these past seven months, thought I knew your every move. Yet you surprised me that day. Rejected my ideas. It was your agenda that day, no one else had a say in it. CouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t you just imagine a baby? It would be smiling, at you, at me. How could you take a life away, before it even saw the light of day? You told me to drive again. I ignored you, again. You had a choice to make. Me or the abortion. You got out of the car, leaving me stranded, alone. Your hair blew into your eyes. You didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t notice the car hurtling towards you. You didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t hear the screech of tyres. You didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t hear the abuse that was thrown at you. You carried on walking to the park, like a woman possessed. You sat on the bench and lit a cigarette. A cigarette? You were pregnant for Gods sake! Who smokes while pregnant? You really did hate this baby. I joined you at your bench, sitting in silence once more. I asked you a simple, three letter question. Why? You told me many reasons. Your life would be ruined. Your parents would disown you. You would have to leave school. You have to find a new place to live. I understood all you told me. I had been living in a dream world for the past fifteen hours. I thought nothing could go wrong. I thought we could live a normal life. You proved me wrong. But still, an abortion? CouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t you just have the baby and put it up for adoption? Yet again, I showed that I wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t thinking. You shouted at me that time. You told me it would spell the end of our lives. I knew it would spell the end of our lives. I realized that I was losing you, not just the baby. We didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t live in a perfect world, we didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t live a perfect life. Why did this have to happen to us? Why did it have to tear us apart like this? I didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t care about the baby, I just wanted you back. You started walking. Walking away from me. Walking away from the baby. I had really done it this time. No second chance, not even a glance from your direction. Why? Why did we have to end it like this? This baby had ruined us! This mistake, this thing. It just made me think, why us? I walked back to my car, admitting defeat. We were through, this was our last argument. I opened the car door and collapsed in my seat. Your jumper lay on the back seat, your smell slowly filling up my car. An excuse to check up on you later. See what the plan was. If you had made the life changing decision. See you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I was just wondering if all short stories and fiction must be runescape based? I enjoy writing short stories about problems in today society etc and was wondering if those are allowed to be posted in this forum?

not the most exciting of bugs or glitches When next to the wildy ditch, click home telly, then click on the ditch straight away. You float over :P

Some people pk with honours Some don't It is a morale dilema. You find those that pk with honour have been playing for longer and are normally above the age of 15 (that takes out 90% of pures)

In classic you couldn't run up to someone and spec them out. You could not safe very well. When RS2 came about, the wildy became over run with wannabes....so people started following rules of honour. Not every chose to follow them and now look at the wildy?

i got a response from one person so far. Phailed I NEED FRIENDs, seriously I have like 7 people on my friends list