Jehosaphat

Kemios was, I think, the only one NOT fighting around the volcano. He was talking to a transmog master about getting himself a new pet. Continuing that, Kemios asks the transmog master what he would need for a phoenix.

Only because I keep most of my actions secretive... Inb4ships unveiled in your system

Knowing Jagex, they'd release a pair of boots, and name it soul sole =/ Nice one! They already did mind helm and body body, that wouldn't be that unlikely I bet. Well, what would they call the leg armor? ......I'm going to stop this post here before I put in something gross.

It's magic :thumbsup: It magically makes it so that you suck at magic, but can block stuff as though it were made of metal. Also, for some reason, it's rather holy. :blink:

I'm Here. Tavern is actually pretty full today.

Mather and Hex, I encourage you NOT to go down this path. It'll just ruin the game.

Airguns? At first, I thought you were throwing horses at squirrels. Also... Not sure if this is one of the threadstarters nixing future stuff or not....

It's because you keep posting in here and causing arguments about wars in Hegemony V1. No I don't, i've only done that in the hegemony argument thread and how admins relate to you. Well then it must be because we have someone in here besides the players to ensure that the math behind everyone's research is done right. So, less gets done, but more gets done in an orderly fashion. And I apolosigse for forgetting which threads you argued about wars in. There are so many of them, and I just can't be bothered flipping through 299 pages of Hegemony, and then finding the ones you actually did discuss wars in.

It's because you keep posting in here and causing arguments about wars in Hegemony V1.

Kemios and Joel both woke up in the forest with massive hangovers. Looking at Joel, Kemios asked, "....Wanna go kill something?" Joel replied, "Hell yes." And then the two went on a rampage in the forest, Kemios knocking down trees, Joel devouring squirrels, and both of them just causing general mayhem.

This. "Make your Runescape character offend friends, family, even the Evil Chicken with the new Jagex Fart Button!* Comes in sloppy, disgusting, smelly, and extremely loud! Buy YOURS today!" *Scent sold separately. Batteries not included. Jagex LTD does not take liability for any injuries that may occur during use of the Fart Button, including, but not limited to, burns from your mother's iron, scratches from younger sibling(s), and pencils thrown in the eye by classmates or teachers.

Aaaaaaanyways, less talking about rping, more actual rping. Kemios sat quietly in the forest, contently drinking out of his keg of beer. Joel, who was curled around his arm, asked, "So what is that stuff?" Kemios, not remembering what might happen if a dragon became drunk, told Joel, "It'sh beer! Great shtuff beer ish. Want shome?" Joel gladly accepted, and was very soon flying around in circles, bumping into trees, and talking about general nonsense with his drinking compatriot. Kemios let out a hearty laugh, then they both passed out on the forest floor in drunken contentedness.

Earth, it's freeform. You can have your character wake up or something.

Kemios from this RP got an 8.

So you make sure that your expansions are okay with the megaliiance. It's not that hard - if I remember correctly, Dusty was willing to give me Iceland in Hegemony V1 with everything on it intact, and most people didn't mind me moving out to the Asteroid Belt either.

As Kemios leaves the bar carrying his keg of beer, he bumps into some maniac skipping down the street with a caged dog in his hands. "Okay, this town must have gone absolutely loony since I left...." "I think you're just loony." "Shut up, Joel." And Kemios wanders back into the forest to find somewhere quiet to chug his beer and fall asleep.

DO IT.

As Kemios entered town, he saw a mutt running at high speed out of someone's house with a pair of kunai sticking out of its stomach. "Now that's not something you see every day.... Ah well, time to get myself a beer." And Kemios walked down to the local tavern, and promptly had a small disagreement with the bartender over his last visit. A few punches, and both parties concerned decided that Kemios should be allowed to buy himself a dang beer, but then should leave.

As Kemios retraced his wandering steps through the woods to get to the town, he had a few nice little conversations with his baby dragon. Kemios:"So, do you have a name?" Dragon:"A name? What's a name?" Kemios:"A name is what someone's called, what they are identified by." Dragon:"Oh! So my name could be the Terror of All Things Living? Or maybe THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS!" Kemios:"...How about I call you.... oh, I don't know.... Joel?" Joel:"Oh, fine. But everyone else has to refer to me as 'Terror of All Things Living.'" J:"Say, is that lump of meat attached to your torso for eating?" K:"NO." J:"Why don't you have any wings?" K:"Because I'm not a dragon...." J:"So why are we walking this way?" K:"So I can get myself a beer." J:"Am I annoying you with all my questions?" K:"Yes. Now please, shut the hell up."

Kemios finds himself dragged to a small settlement of the black serpentine creatures, and is set on the ground. After brushing himself off, he glanced at the pair that had brought him there. "You've got some explaining to do..." he muttered while prying the baby serpentine off his arm. "That we do," said Martha. "I'll let Ned explain while I go make some coffee." Ned began explaining. "For some time, our eh-"type" has been ostracized from dragonkind. It started with me and Martha, a long time ago. Our eggs were stolen, you see, and distorted - transformed into something that nobody would even want to see. We were then hatched, and, as we tried to return to dragonkind, were shunned due to our distorted state. As a result, we've been living in this swamp for quite a long time, laying eggs such as the one you found -" he chuckled, "and trying to hatch them. So far, we ourselves have been too weak to break the shell of the eggs. However, the occasional passing strong adventurer, thief, hunter, or woodsman have found eggs and broken them open, and been subjected to treatment similar to yours. However, they all chose to dawdle here too long, and have, ah, passed, shall we say." Ned glanced at the chair of bones, some human and some unknown. Kemios took all this information in, then asked, "So why is everything dead around here? And why are you not trying to keep this crazy thing from trying to kill my arm?" Kemios pried the baby off his arm again, then sighed as it coiled around his other arm instead. Ned gave Kemios a look of sorrow as he said, "We are the corrupted dragons. Nothing in continuous contact with us can survive for very long - such is our nature. The water around us is clear because we decayed or harvested even the remains of that which used to live here. However, our offspring have been luckier than that - they only weaken those they stay in continuous contact with. As for the baby, he is yours now. We cannot care for him, as he would die within a couple days. Fare thee well, Kemios, now leave us before you become corrupted further." And Kemios left the swamp, talking to the baby dragon and trying to convince it that his arm was not something to be devoured.

You aren't allowed to control other characters. I think he was referring to his own character, who was rushing out trying to stop Icu's crazy swordsman.

I think your post got ninja'd.

Kemios continues running like hell through the swamps from the parents of the baby black serpentine-thing, when he trips on a dead tree root and falls flat on his face. He thinks he hears them.... laughing? As he is picked up by his left leg, they continue laughing outright. One of them finally calms down enough to say, in an oddly female-sounding voice, "Oh gosh, Ned, that was just the funniest thing I've ever seen! Who would think that one of the warrior capable of hatching these things would be cowardly enough to run away? And for him to trip on a root.... Oh gosh, I just gotta go tell the elders this!" The one named Ned, who also seems to have calmed down, calmly says, "We were banished, remember, Martha? We don't talk with the elders any more." Kemios, who is by now shivering in fright, whispers hoarsely "I would appreciate it if one of you would let me down, and maybe get this thing off my arm?" The two dragons look at him, chuckle a bit more, and then begin carrying him into the center of the swamp, with the baby serpent-thing still trying to constrict his arm to death.

Kemios ripped the small creature off his face, only to see its parents flying towards him, with what he thought was a gleam of anger in their eyes. He quickly muttered some profanity, and released the baby, which promptly curled around his arm, trying to constrict it to death.

You don't want dragons being hunted, confront Retech's character and try to stop her. Don't pull some "I UNVEIL OVER 9000 TREES OF DEATH THAT PWN YOUR FACE OFF" thing.