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A certain person who shall remain nameless convinced me earlier to download a certain p2p client that shall remain nameless. Now that you've stopped laughing.. Two hours and 19 trojans later I'm here with my HJT log, hoping that I have got them all: The only one I'm really worried about is this: Suggestions?

Sorry Lime, but I did have to move it (but you get to keep your "Moved" link in General. :P ) I don't have alot of time here but I think I know my five.. I'll post later. :)

Omg bug abuser!!11 (Lol, nice pic.)

I believe Citroen are French :P That's what I was thinkin' of, too (and I just happened to be watching highlights of the Rally of Sweden at a bar, so the logo was fresh in my mind).

At this busy time of year, I don't expect many people to be around to see Part Seven, on Saturday or Sunday - so I'm going to post it now. I hope you enjoy the climax. :) _________________________________ The Legend of the Ogre-Child. Part seven: The Final Battle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fard stepped into the temple, his dragon rearing and bucking on the chain. He launched himself at Ism, again bolts of pure energy emitting from his fingertips at the fearful adventurer. Ism jumped back and took refuge behind the well of souls ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ a stone well further back in the temple. The souls of the tormented people were kept here, and many believed it was how Iban drew his power. Ism killed him last time by throwing a representation of Iban into the well ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ a Voodoo doll. Fard let his dragon loose and it ran towards the well. Ism grabbed his staff of Zamorak and the required runes. Breathing heavily, he felt consumed by fear. The dragon reared up at the foot of the well, ready to blast it with its fiery breath. Ism got to his feet and chanted his incantation again. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅRassius demora malkas viour!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Okay.. now I did say part six would be the last part of the story. It's gone way beyond that now, and part seven WILL be the last part. Be warned, this is very, VERY, long. Without further ado, I present part six: ___________________________ The Legend of the Ogre-Child. Part six: The Evil Within. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Years rolled on. The once wide-eyed student had become a great warrior, a skilled wizard, and expert marksman, and a strict spiritualist. He preferred not one single god, but all three, and practiced their respective cultures and magic often. Ism was now 32 years old. His hair began to recede, and grey slightly. He continued to live in Varrock, and serve King Roald. Over the years, they had seen many, many wars. Ism had personally overthrown the insane General Khazard, and restored peace to the Tree Gnome Village. He had also slain the mighty green dragon, Elvarg. This beast dwelled underground in an island known as Crandor, a name feared by sailors all over the world. Ism had returned to Crandor many times, and used it as a sort-of training ground. He enjoyed killing the beasts above and below the ground. The ore found in the rocks on Crandor was excellent too, and he often took a pickaxe on his many ventures. The wilderness had become his home for a short while, and heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d slain many a loud-mouthed warrior, looking for some quick loot. HeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d also become acquainted with the blue dragons which had almost killed him when he was a boy ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Ãâ he took to them often with his bow, his sword, or his magic staff. Ism was an adventurer, and was constantly seeking quests. HeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d even managed to restore peace between Yanille and GuÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢Tanoth, and trade between the cities had come into full swing. His adoptive family lived, as they always had, in Feldip hills. His brother developed his aim extremely well, and was known as one of the best archers in the lands. He and Ism enjoyed teaming against the fools who roamed the far northern wilds. They also made a small fortune selling the armor and weapons these slain men would leave behind. Life was good for the adventurer, and he looked forward to an easy old-age of reading, painting, hunting game, writing tales of his adventures, as well as drinking and eating lots at palace feasts. Things were about to change. ~ Deep within the tunnels of the western mountains, Zamorakian disciples milled about a great cauldron. Screams of pain echoed through the tunnels, as the damned were slowly tormented into an undead state. An older mystic in red robes stood by the cauldron, high in his hands the skull of a bull looked menacingly down at the disciples. He dipped the skull into the cauldron and poured the liquid down over his face. It was blood. The disciples began to prey. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅO mighty Zamorak, Bring forth your prophet, The evil that lurks within mortals, The blood giving life. Show mankind the true path, Bring us your darkness, Show us your almighty pain, Bring down your vengeance. We ask you, o lord, To cast aside other deities, To unleash the power, That is our savior, o Iban.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Ignore this 'Guest' business - I'm still here, and part six will go up soon, as planned. :)

I'm half-way through part six - it's really long. I should be ready for the usual post time. :P

The Legend of the Ogre-Child. Part five: KingÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Court ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The wrought-iron gates creaked as Ism pushed them open. He looked around, and spotted no signs of the guards he had expected. This was most odd to the teenager. A metropolis such as Varrock would need to be guarded constantly, he thought. Approaching the entrance to the palace, he glanced nervously around the empty forecourt. A few decorative fountains bubbled rapidly, while birds sang in the trees. The city was certainly picturesque. Still no guards were seen. He stepped inside the palace, and saw a crowd of people, watching a show. Guards, servants, townspeople, peasants, children, and seated on the throne, King Roald. They roared with laughter, watching the antics of three men with bright face paint and oddly-colored clothes. Ism stood silently, examining the room. On the walls were hung many artifacts, wall hangings, tapestries, and portraits. One in particular caught his eye. He stepped closer to the painting, and read the inscription. Gradius, Willhema, and son (child un-named). IsmÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eyes widened, and he gasped in surprise. The fair-haired baby in the painting was him! He looked carefully at his parents, and a tear formed in his eye. This was the first time he had seen what they looked like. The show ended, and the people started back to their jobs. A guard approached Ism, and spoke. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅBack to school, lad. Showtime is over.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Thanks again guys. :) I've been editing and re-editing part five, which I believe is now ready. Again, it's more plot-building stuff, and lighter on the action. Rest assured, the final part, part six, will be long and exciting. By the way, I forgot to add the name of the next part - it's called Part Five - King's Court. I will put it up approximately 24 hours from this post.

I liked the twist at the end.. It's all too familiar to any former newbie who has been lead to death. A good tale of an all too-trusting young player learning the hard way. 4/5, nice work.

Finally had a chance to check it out. I must say, your ability impresses me greatly. The way you conjure up a scene is excellent, and I wish I could write that way. First rate!

Well I finally got around to reading it, and I must say, I'm very impressed. Your writing style is thick with substance and description. My only gripe is the formatting. Next part, try writing it in MS Word (or a similar word processing program if you use something different). The formatting help will make your writing jump out of the screen (even though the help can get a little annoying at times). I look forward to reading the next episode. :)

Glad you've posted it - I will read it later (kinda busy right now).

Time for part four. I warn you all, this week's entry is not as exciting than some of the previous. ____________________ The Legend of the Ogre-Child. Part four: The student. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rain fell on the thatched roof of the small school. The young student stared out the window, his face planted in his hand. He sighed in absolute boredom. School was no challenge to the lad any more. When he first arrived, he struggled with lessons, and was teased by the other students. However, with time, his speech had improved, and he began to excel in his studies. Ism was now 17 years old. The young man was the child of the legendary explorers, Gradius and Willhema. During an expedition to the mysterious Ogre city known as GuÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢Tanoth, the explorers and their baby son disappeared. Many years later, a boy of about 12 years of age stumbled into Yanille, dressed in tatters. He was tired, hungry, and filthy. The medics of the town aided the boy, who spoke of his upbringing by a family of Ogres. They believed he was delirious. Days later, the young man was brought before the grand wizard. Immediately he recognised the child, and was astounded. Ism told the old man, in his broken speech, how he had lived, and passed a set of trials before three Ogre elders. The wizard took in this information with great interest. For many years, the wizards of Yanille believed all Ogres to be completely uncivlized, and an enemy. He began to believe differently. ~ The school bell rang. Students rose and began to leave the classroom. As they left, the class teacher spoke. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅStudents, donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t forget to complete your homework assignments on the elemental rune-stones. They are due tomorrow.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

I'm not going to send this to Jagex - they have rejected everything I've written in the past.. but thank you all the same.

Well, I must say I'm very pleased by the feedback I have received. I'm just glad everyone has as much fun reading as I do writing. This little tale has been in my head for a long time, and getting it out feels great. Anyway, without further ado, I present part three: _______________________________________________ The Legend of the Ogre-Child. Part three: Trials of manhood. Yarrel and Ism walked up to the ancient temple. Turning to his father, Ism spoke. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅWhat will elders say, Dad?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Part one and two were pretty much finished at the same time, albeit with a few edits needed. Part three I slapped up a first draft for this past week, it still needs to be re-written and so forth. I'm really glad people are enjoying it. :)

Well, it's just under 12 hours later, and I've decided to post it anyway. ________ The Legend of the Ogre-Child. Part two: Life in Feldip Hills. The young Ogre pushed his smaller brother out of the way. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅMove stupid. Next toadie is mine.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Thanks to everyone for the feedback. The next installment will go up in approx. 20 hours from this post. ;)

The legend of the Ogre-child. Part one: The great explorers of Varrock. Long, long ago, in the wide lands of Asgarnia, lived a noble explorer named Gradius and his beautiful wife, Willhema. Together they had a son, a fair-haired little baby whose intrigue matched that of his fathers. This intrepid pair were not your average explorers. The man was an accomplished spelunker, an expert cartographer, a keen naturalist, as well as a brilliant storyteller. The woman had spent many years learning the ancient tongues of our ancestors and piecing together the intricate history of the lands. At many feasts in the palace of Varrock, King Roald would enjoy the tales this couple would regale. Stories of strange creatures with three heads, breathing fire, or huge men with fiery red skin would keep the King as his court entertained for hours, as they dined on exotic cuisines cooked from recipes collected by the explorers. ~ During one of these banquets, the librarian Reldo asked for a moment of the explorer's time. He spoke of a land far away, near the wizard's town of Yanille. Soldiers at the western gates of the town had reported increasing attacks from savage Ogres. During one of these bloody battles, one of the Ogre warriors was heard to mention a city known as Gu'Tanoth. Not any of the elders of Yanille had heard of such a town, and a call was put forward to the palace of Varrock for an explorer to discover the secrets of this unknown city. The explorer and his fair wife accepted the mission, and told the King of their plans. "Be careful Gradius," he said. "I've heard these creatures are fearsome." "Sire, I've faced all matter of demons, great and lesser. I have been singed by the breath of the mother dragon as she tended to her eggs. I have been stung by the venom of one thousand spiders. I fear not these loathsome beasts." said the great explorer, the court hanging off his every utterance. "Very well, Gradius. Your courage knows no bounds. I will grant thee supplies and give passage to the Khazard Port, via my ship which is docked at Port Sarim. The Seamen will know it is I who has given this order." With that, King Roald took his quill and wrote a message, sealed it with the official seal, and sent his messenger to the port. ~ The next morn, Willhema awoke before sunrise, and set about preparing for the journey. Eventually, Gradius awoke and together they set out for Port Sarim. Stepping onto the ship, they noticed an animosity from the crew. Gradius wondered if they knew something he did not. After a long voyage, they arrived at the port of Khazard, located in the western plains, south of the great town of Ardougne. The intrepid couple had been to the plains before, and witnessed a great war unfolding between the seemingly peaceful Gnome race, and the vicious army of the maniacal General Khazard. They knew to tread carefully in these lands. They unloaded the ship and prepared for the short walk south, to the wizards town of Yanille. "Farewell, dear Tobias. We shall meet again soon, my friend." Gradius said. The old seaman tried to smile, but couldn't. "I fear for your life, Gradius. The men on this ship speak of a great army of Ogres in the south. They are convinced this is a mission that you will not return from." Gradius took in this information as he usually did. "Tobias, I appreciate your concerns, but I fear not mortal beings. I have faced.." Tobias interrupted. "We've all heard your speeches, Gradius. Just stay alive, mind your lovely wife and that son she is carrying." ~ The explorers set off for Yanille. Arriving shortly after mid day, they sought an audience with the Grand wizard, in the watchtower. "You're not going up there" said the Guard, roughly. "This is the watchtower of the Grand wizard of Yanille, and he is far too busy to speak with peasants such as you." "Noble Guard of Yanille, I appreciate the problems your fine city is experiencing with the beasts from the south. I have been sent here by my king, King Roald of Varrock. My name is Gradius and this is my wife, Willhema. We are here to help." said Gradius, his words filling the guards with amazement. The Guard stared, wide eyed. "You, a man such as yourself, are the legendary Gradius? I do not believe it is so!" A booming voice echoed in the room. "Step aside Guard. He is the one named Gradius." The Guards all stood down as the Great wizard approached the explorers. "Welcome, old friend. It is a pleasure to have you in our city again." He said. "It's a pleasure to be here, your Excellency! You remember my wife, Willhema?" "Of course I do," he said kissed the maiden's hand "Oh! I see you have been blessed with a son!" The baby cooed and smiled at the friendly old man. "Congratulations, my lady!" The wizard placed his palm over the baby's head, and his thumb between his eyes. He bowed his head, closed his eyes, and then muttered something unintelligible. "There. He has been blessed by the gods, and has the mark on him. He will make a fine man one day, Gradius. I feel his power already." ~ Later that evening, as the young wizards of Yanille, the citizens, the merchants, and soldiers enjoyed a feast of roasted chicken, the old wizard spoke with the explorers. "The last time you were here, our city was protected by the four magical orbs. The force from these powerful crystals kept our Ogre enemies at bay for almost as long as my own existence." The old wizard said, his words darkening for effect. "But three evenings back, as we all slept, a lone beast managed to climb the outer wall of the tower, and take our sacred crystals." Willhema asked, "How did they get by the Guards?" "We do not know my lady. Ancient tales from my ancestors spoke of mystics within the Ogre camp, but to my knowledge, an Ogre isn't intelligent enough to study the art of magic. If they do exist, however.. perhaps they used some kind of spell on our men." "I see," said Gradius, scratching his graying beard "So our goal is to retrieve these artifacts and place them back in the tower?" "Yes, old friend. I fear this should not be an easy task, even for a man of your skills and bravery." ~ The next day, the explorers set out for the unknown city. As they stepped up to the walls, they noticed several caves leading down into the catacombs of the city. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅI hope we remembered to bring a torch, Gradius.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

I appreciate the time and effort you put into your lists, Kingleo. I'm also proud to see two members of my clan up there. :D

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