Aleksandar

Yea... Where do 1114 left halves come from. Honestly.. my mind is boggled.

I postulate that a full notebook (that is all ancient pages found) will allow entrance through the Mithril Door.

99 magic assuming that runes are not an issue to gather.

I never fail obstacles there at lvl 87 agility, and if you know how to efficiently cross the obstacles laps are quick. I find that course fun and the Ape Atoll course boring. What's wrong with me or what's wrong with everyone else?

How long would it take and about how expensive is it to level up to 75 construction in the most efficient, quick way? Thanks, Aleksandar

Two whips in three abyssal demons. Whips were about 6 mill at the time.

All I can say is that I'm glad I've shifted over to favor Sonata Arctica over Nightwish, otherwise I'd find this news extremeley downheartening. To the Nightwish fans, pick up some Sonata Arctica while we wait for the Nightwish epic to unfold.

Dharok's Helm has a normal nose covering with the rest of the face being open like other medium helms. Torag's Helm, however, is accurate. I'm no artist so I can't critique your work, but I must say it's rather easy on the eyes. :)

it aint stupidity hay cletus they done getted my password!!! :lol: naw mavis yer passwurd!! why'd yoo haf to go an be so dum!? and stupidid Actually, it is stupidity. If you aren't smart enough or at least methodical enough to keep your computer clean or to keep someone from watching you type your password, then it's you're fault for being dumb enough to get 'hacked.'

This clue scroll (a level 2 scroll) says "Speak to Ulizius." I can't seem to find this anywhere in the forum guides or the tip.it guide. Where is he located? And if this is on the guide forgive me for making this post and I'll look a bit harder next time, but if it isn't on the guide, well, then it needs added. Thanks in advance.

Rune is a metal...

Meat Pie - Not suitable for vegetarians Half of a Meat Pie - Half of it is suitable for vegetarians

Well, the story sure changed drastically in the time I've been gone. I never saw us finding ourselves in the midst of the old story! I forget much about the old story, and I even forgot where my character came in! But as I read I remember my character was a warrior sent from Guthix, somewhat like Chaoseeker's. That was a good story. Anyway, I don't know how I managed to go for as long as I did without posting in the story, and I'm glad to see no one really messed up my character :P . Here goes: Aleksandar had awakened to a conversation between strangers and familiar voices. He recognized the voices as those of Aming and Kiran. He made his presence known and Kiran came over to tell him of what had elapsed in the time of his rest. "Aleksandar, it is good to see you in good health." "Likewise to you Kiran. Perhaps you should go tend to the needs of the others. I shall keep Armaneth company." Kiran heeded Aleksandar's words, and began to walk away. Hmm, strange that he should be so eager to rush me away. A weak spell Aming cast upon these men? Perhaps, but perhaps not. I should keep an eye on these two. Aleksandar turned to Armaneth, who had fallen asleep again. He made sure the rest of the party had moved away from the wagon to begin making a fire and settling things for the night before he roused Armaneth. "Armaneth. Armaneth. Wake now, for we must have a talk." Armaneth was slow to wake up, but he eventually did so and asked Aleksandar what was so urgent. "Has your sleep been so troubled as mine? I feel as if I have slept for aeons, yet I do not feel rejuvinated in any way. It is very troubling." "Quite the contrary actually friend, my sleep has been extremely refreshing and I feel I have slept just the right amount of time. Why do you ask?" "My sleep has been a disturbing one. I saw images of our companions, our friends even, being slain. I saw Kiran's death, yours, Aming's, everyone's. A horrible death we all suffered. One can only hope that this was not a vision of things to come." "Hmm, you are right in the decision that your sleep was disturbing. But the events being forsight of the future? I highly doubt it. Perhaps you should go ask the others about this. Maybe they would know, especially Aming, she cast the spell after all. Did you suffer the Great Equaliser in you dream as well? Did you die I mean?" "No... I don't think I did. But I think you're right, it probably is no cause for alarm. Just a dream right?" He chuckled nervously, as did Armaneth, who shortly after left to meet with the others at the fire. Aleksandar, however, stayed behind in the wagon. The sleep had been too disturbing. He felt compelled to take leave from the party and continue on his own. It wasn't just the fact that the others had died in his dream. It wasn't the graphic ways in which they had died. It was not the realism of the dream. The part that had been most disturbing and unsettling, was the fact that he had been the one to kill them. But he had seen it all through real eyes. Eyes not damaged. How could this have been? As he dwelt on this thought, Aming (the Aming Aleksandar had known in his own time) came up next to Aleksandar. They had not spoken since they had been in Draynor where Aleksandar had spoken with her as she recovered from her first encounter with the demon. When he had spoken with her there, something between them seemed to lock into place, something that seemed to say that they would be together in a long and arduous journey. A bond almost. And Aleksandar sensed that this might be another such moment. "It is good to speak with you once again in private Aleksandar." "The feeling is mutual then. My sleep seems to have lasted for aeons. I feel like a stranger amongst people I can't begin to know, and some I can barely begin to remember. Do you remember what spell you cast on me? Would it have such an effect?" "Well, it might. In rare instances it has such an effect. Very, very rare instances, considering that this effect would only be present in one of the Marked Ones. Aleksandar, are there things you haven't shared with the rest of our group? Things from your past?" "I am not sure. It feels like there is an emptiness in my head. The incident in the Wilderness that left me blind might account for this. From that incident I only remember a kindly man dressed in a pure white. He gave me the cloth. Yes, I'm sure of it, he gave me this cloth. What, might I inquire, are the 'Marked Ones'?" "Well, in one of the great wars passed there were a few great warriors. They fought bravely, and led legions into war. When morale was broken, they could bring spirits back to their men. They fought so fiercely it is said that they could have fought the war alone and won. The gods adopted these men during the war. They tried to claim the warriors for themselves as a testament to their power. The gods branded these men with their symbol. The men were so powerful, and such rogues, that they were able to fight off even the gods. But the brand stayed with them in the middle of their backs forever. It was present within their children, and their children's children, and so on. Only a few of these lineages still exist. Tell me Aleksandar, do you have any peculiar markings on your back?" "I'm afraid I could not tell you Aming. If one ever did exist, I cannot remember it, for the accursed incident. I would be hard pressed to check in my current state as well. I don't think I'd be able to see it if it were there. I suppose you could check if you really think it is necessary." Aming resolved to check. As Aleksandar removed his shirt, Aming gasped at what she saw on his back. The blazing emblem of Zamorak. But it was slightly altered from Zamorak's though. The name Zaros fleeted through her mind, but it was so fleeting she could not grasp it. Perhaps a scar from a wound had obstructed the symbol, so for the time being, she accepted that it was Zamorak's emblem. Aleksandar had descended from one of the greatest warriors of all time. The only warrior Zamorak had ever seen fit to claim as his own. "Why do you gasp?" Aming quickly recovered her composure. "Oh, it is nothing. You just have many scars and your body seems to have endured many fights." She thought it was best not to reveal the fact that he was claimed by Zamorak. A curse of Zamorak rather, one that she was afraid might let Zamorak himself possess Aleksandar. Despite the curse, Aleksandar's great skill as a warrior was only that of his own hard work and training. Zamorak put no power in him, but through the curse Aming believed he may be able to manifest himself into Aleksandar's body. This information might be too much of a burden for him, she decided, and she helped him put his shirt back on. "No, I see no mark, so it must just have been a normal bad dream. Perhaps you should sleep some more." Aleksandar agreed and laid back down. He quickly fell asleep. Aming sat there for awhile before returning to the others who were by the fire. And all the while Aleksandar slept, with the symbol, not of Zamorak, but of Zaros on his back. Aiming had misidentified it. Aleksandar was subject to a much more malicious and malovolent force than Zamorak.

The cape should show up through the net, the net is mesh after all. I dunno if you were saving that for later, but it's really bugging me :wink:

I'm not looking to buy any, but your Nightwish sigs own. The Tarja one and the one that aludes to Angels Fall First. Just thought you should know. Pretty good works, but I'm not interested in a sig.

10/10 FFVIII > All other FF's

Best name ever i124q Say it out loud :lol: :lol: I also had a friend named Crayoneater, lol.

Aleksandar let loose his arrow as an enormous arm, lined with suction-cup like appendages, slammed down on the dock near their boat. The sound of the crash was frighteningly close. The arrow stuck right where he intended, in the monster's eye. He knew that he had hit his mark as he heard a screech that was incapable of coming from a human. He heard and felt the power of Aming's spells as they rushed by him and hit their targets. She was speaking in strange tongues he couldn't comprehend, and was an entirely different person in battle. Normally she was polite, well-mannered, kind in speech and behavior, but in battle, it was as if she was possessed by a demon. She relentlessly attacked the monster, but did it with subtle elegance that Aleksandar could even appreciate with unseeing eyes. But he had no time to think of such trivial things. He had to think. This monster would not go down easily, and they had to get to Entrana quickly. Then it hit him. "Aming! Shoot your most powerful fire spell at me! Trust me! Do it!" Aming seemed hesitant, but with their lives at stake, she sent a wave of fire his way. Aleksandar sensed the heat, it was intense, and he knew his, and her, survival depended on his timing. The spell was in front of him, and with quickness never before seen in those lands, he tore of the magical cloth around his eyes and deflected the spell right at the monster with a flick of the cloth. The cloth's magical power was greater than the spell's, and it didn't show a sign of harm from taking the full force of the spell, and then catapulting it at the sea monster. Then, Aleksandar knocked an arrow and shot an arrow through the center of the spell. It emerged on the other side aflame with the fires of Zamorak. The arrow tore into the sea monster's flesh and embedded itself deep into the monster. Then the flame spell slammed into the monster and parts followed through the small hole the arrow made and the flame, being magical, entered the monster's veins and vegan to flow within the monsters body. The monster was literally pumping Zamorak's flames through its body. Suddenly, and very violently, the monster caught fire, starting from its heart. It spread across the monster's body, and it resolved to go under the water. The flames kept burning, the magic stronger than the water. Aleksandar ushered Aming into the boat. She caught a quick glimpse of his unseeing eyes before he replaced the magical cloth to where it had sat for many years. Then, he started rowing, toward Entrana.

Aleksandar had heard the others turn toward the direction of Draynor, and he went with them. By the accounts of the others, the Black Knights' camp had been destroyed by demons. The good news was that the citizens were safe and as was the army...for now. The bad news was that the disappearance of thousands upon thousands of black knights was not an easy task, even for demons. The amount of demons had to be immense, and as did the power of each demon. Aleksandar did not know if the others had considered this yet, but he was now. As Aleksandar walked, he thought to himself of what must be happening to the world. He thought and he thought, and the others tried to make conversation. He had no desire to talk to anyone right now. He felt that he was close to remembering something. Something from his past. The incident that left him blind had also destroyed some of his memory. A few years of memory, maybe 5, maybe 10. He couldn't know. It seemed that the only thing he knew after it was the bow and the arrows. He was as deft as ever with those, like it was an instinct. But most of his memory came slowly, the days of his youth, his adolescent years, and the first years of his adulthood. But the last 10 or so years was a blur. As Aleksandar racked his memory, he suddenly stopped. The others continued on for a few steps more, and then realised he had fallen out of step. They looked back at him and beckoned him to come forward with some motions of their hands. He knew they were silently beckoning him, although they weren't aware of Aleksandar's knowledge, so they raised their voices when they realised he was blind. "Come on Aleksandar," Aming called. "Hold your tongue!" Aleksandar said viciously, perhaps more so than he meant to. Aming felt hurt and backed off. Aleksandar stood, listening intently. Suddenly he lifted his head. "Can you not hear it? That hideous sound, a beating, black, devilish, tattoo. It is that of an unspeakable evil. The heart of the darkest being, his beating heart, and the beat of the drums his minions play. It has disturbed me in the realm of dream, and I have heard it in the day sometimes, however, minute, so minutely it was in my ears. And now, it is a clear, steady tattoo. If not for my sharpened hearing from the incident, I know I would not be able to hear it, but I can, how it haunts me, how I wish I could ignore it, but I can't. We must leave. We don't have enough time to dwaddle in Draynor. We don't have enough time to take another step east. We must be rid of this place, we must go to Entrana and seek the counsel of the wise men there. They know secrets of the world we can barely begin to know. They can help us. This has happened before, and the darkness was conquered, and now it must be again. We must go to Entrana. Whether or not you agree, I will go there. If it be on my own, I will go. If it be with our small party, I will go. If it be with an army of 10,000 men, I will go, but by the gods, I go to Entrana!" And with this, Aleksandar set south to the abandoned dock of Port Sarim to find a way to Entrana. The others stood in their places, looking at each other, sharing looks of bewilderment and wonder.

Mexe

No offense to the artist, but isn't 6.9 a bit generous? I mean, it looks like all he used was the elipse tool...

I noticed that too, lol. When I see my two pieces together, they look very similar. I don't really know what to do with the sky and ground though... :?

Took a couple of suggestions from my last sig, and made this one utilizing those pieces of advice. More comments and constructive criticism are encouraged and appreciated. Thank you.

It's not the program, it's the talent. And Linux is indeed better, besides, The Gimp isn't a strictly Linux program, it is a free program you can get for windows. Besides, I also drew mine differently than he drew his. My sig is also the first and only sig I've ever made. First pixel art as well.