sirith_knight

wow, that was fast. It didn't need much editing at all really, i had edited it earlier too, lol. Dunno how long for part three, not too long hopefully. Chapter 2: Encounters with Sarah I took off in a northeast direction, riding my horse Drake. I was excited, and a bit nervous. The sun seemed to be setting faster than usual. I reached home soon enough though. It seemed lonely with the sun setting in the distance, placid, almost abandoned. The house was rather old, my father had built it. The shadows poured down upon me, setting an eclipse in the front yard, though not much light shone over the horizon. "Home at last, Drake," I said patting him on the side once I had jumped down from his back. "I'll put you in your stable and grab your blanket, getting rather cold tonight." I smiled and walked Drake around the house to his home, the stables. Coasting him along by holding his reigns I got him to go inside. I put some fresh hay down for him and tossed the heavy woolen blanket sitting on the railing over his back. "There you go Drake, good night." I started for the front of the house, but stopped, the sunset catching my eyes. I turned and gazed into the dazzling array of colors. Pink and gold fading into the horizon, orange skies edging that. Clouds scattered about the sky, not rain hazards yet, just scenery. I sat down on the ground, regretting it upon impact. The ground was cold, I suspected a frost overnight. An icy coating covering the plants, houses, roads, forests, the power of nature. A harsh yet beautiful mistress. Forgetting the cold, I placed my hands behind my head and lay back on the ground. Icy, but soft, the sun sinking fast before my eyes. It had been a rough few days, I need to relax more, or so everyone tells me. I just go about my life the way I wish, sometimes that is not a wise trait either. "Steven, is that you?" I could hear a woman's voice, familiar, heavenly and sweet. I tilted my head back, Sarah, but what was she doing here? "Yes?" I said just smiling at the irony. This must be important, I didn't mind though. She doesn't know I'm head over heels for her, I plan to tell her someday, but not until the correct moment. She is radiant: long brown hair, a nice figure, luscious dark red lips, athletic, with great legs. She had a sweet voice and soothing. A great personality, a good sense of humor and rather comedic herself, an intelligent mind, and a very giving and caring heart. She was wearing a light blue dress, and a shawl to keep her a bit warmer. Hair let down, reaching to about the center of her back. Still she looked cold. She was perfect, in my eyes at least. Her eyes, her most mesmerizing attribute. Green but fading brown towards her pupil, changing with the degree of light from dark to light. Large eyes, I can't take my own eyes off them when I speak to her. Giving off a glow or, or so it seems, which I only see in people I truly care for. So full of life, white fires burning, eyes of the one I love. "Steven, I . . . I need to talk to you please. I'm sorry if I'm intruding but I really need someone," she said with great sorrow, eyes to the ground. No longer projecting that ever luminous glow, shadowing my heart. I figured it must be serious and rose to my feet. "Quite all right, I was just gazing, pondering . . . It's getting cold though, shall we go inside?" I brushed off my body, trying to remove any grass that may have become stuck to me while lying. She forced a smile, still saddened by something. She walked down the stone path and towards my home; I waited for her to arrive at the door, then opened it and stepped inside after her. Strong oak wood for walls, a fireplace to the right, kitchen on the left, myself standing in the den. Wooden table and chairs in the kitchen, and a few cushions and chairs around the fireplace. Shelves and decorations about the den, not many though. My bedroom though a door by the fireplace, close, so it stays warm. The fireplace still had a few flames, dying quickly. The house was warmer than outside, but not quite cozy. "One moment," I said and walked over to the fireplace, tossing a few logs on the fire. "Hopefully it will warm up a bit soon." I took a seat in front of the fire and signaled her to come and sit across from me. She took a seat next to me instead, laying her head on my shoulder. My heart began to pulse a bit faster, her presence was nice, and her body heat warmer than the fire. "So what do you need to talk about Sarah?" "My father,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

And so the edited version begins. Hopefully this can go rather quickly, it is really just some extreme editing. Hopefully you like this way more than the old one, lol. I like it better. If you didn't read the old one you can just start now, too. I will have this one done a lot faster than the other. Anyway, like always, enjoy and feel free to give feedback, i can still change things. Chapter 1: A Threat Revealed "Fight me, Jamie, if you dare!" I screamed and drew my sword from its sheath. I pointed its shining mithral blade towards his chest, gripping the handle tightly. Sweat was trickling down my forehead and anger pulsed through my body. My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping. I was both excited and frightened as Jamie reached back and grasped his battle axe. "If you wish to fight me, then so be it!" Jamie yelled, pulling his axe out in front of him. It was well crafted, made of steel, but was also used. Knicks and [racist term]s in the edges could be seen clearly, not a dull blade, quite the opposite really, but not at full potential. I looked down at my own shining blade, new and of a stronger metal, light and powerful. I had the advantage of speed, but Jamie is more physically powerful and than myself. I took a fighting stance, blade outward, my feet planted into the rough ground, leaves crunching beneath my leather boots. Jamie slowly lowered his axe to the ground. The thick forest allowed only small glimmering patches of light to shine through, barely bright enough to see clearly. It was a perfect battleground, mid-Autumn, on the outskirts of town. I was still breathing heavily and sweating, but I held my sword tight and charged forward. Anger surged through my veins, adrenaline levels still rising, giving me an unnatural strength. My own friend, enemy in a fight, no longer training together, but in a fight, possibly to the death. Time seemed to stand nearly motionless, like I was watching my own body heading towards Jamie, sword now swinging to the side to prepare for a blow. I can still remember when we were only children, pretending to be fighters, using branches as swords, training, growing stronger. Another step. Jamie, motionless for the moment, like waiting to endure the blow, as repent for his crimes. A mere ten feet away now, and approaching. Jamie, how could he, my friend, his friend. I tightened my grip on the blade, a gust of wind rushing past, blowing dead leaves across our forest set arena. Another step, less then nine feet. Regret, I could sense it, illuminating from Jamie, remorse, I tried to pay no attention as Jamie moved. His eyes, to the ground, staring with no attention to the outside world, deep thought, transitive. Another step. With a breath I began to swing my sword, now picturing myself, a branch in hand; Jamie with one as well, smiling, true happiness, so many years ago. Life, so simple, our biggest worries were what chores would be addressed to us as we returned home from a day of fun in the forest, the fields, the lakes, or where ever our imaginations could take us. Regret with every hour that passed for the sunlight was closer to its end for that day. These thoughts rushed my mind in a split second and were gone the next to be filled with another. All of us, not just Jamie and myself; Marc, smart and funny, an optimist. Thomas, a little troubled, but a big heart and cheerful spirit and willing. Another step, sword now beginning to swing, Jamie's eyes raise up, as does his axe. Shadow, smart, tall, and strong. Jessie, anger issues, but a great guy at heart. Ben, short and not very strong, but smart with a great sense of humor, always fun to be with. Another step, Jamie's axe still rising, my sword still swinging, ready to clash. Sean, short and comedic, not the brightest but with good intentions. The final step. A strong wind, a clash of metal ringing through out the forest as sword and axe met in a shower of sparks. Birds scatter from the trees in shock. I look at JamieÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s axe held tight in his hands, my sword against its blade. I struggled to push forward, but to no avail. Jamie, the stronger between us and was able to withhold. Surprisingly, no emotions could be seen within his eyes, blank, lifeless. I jumped away from Jamie, sword at a defensive position. He made no attempt to strike, only stare . . . I began to lower my sword, but denied my arms the privilege. Jamie on the other hand did lower his weapon. I was not one to be fooled though, and charged in for a second attack, sword high over head. Jamie pulled his axe to a defensive stance at the last possible moment, out of reflex it seemed more than his wanting to do so, and my sword struck the edge of his blade. Sparks flew once again and Jamie quickly leapt away from me. I jumped to the side and tried a quick attack. Jamie's axe was too heavy to fully resist the blow and he was knocked off balance and on to the forest floor. The sun was cast in shadow by the trees, darkness poured over Jamie's body, and my own. Leaves crunched beneath my feet and I walked towards him, sword pointed to the ground. I quickly lifted my blade to the sky and brought it down with a powerful swing towards my opponent's chest. Jamie grasped his axe tightly and pulled it in front of him. I hit the steel handle and strained as I tried to force his own axe down upon him. Unfortunately, Jamie is more powerful and easily threw off my attack. I drew my sword back and stared into his eyes. No fear or remorse anymore, you could feel his power just by looking into his eyes. I have an uncanny ability; to read eyes, know what a person feels. Eyes don't lie, you could see death in his pupils, and blood stains in his conscious. My own friend, Jamie, but after what he did, I wanted him dead. Only yesterday I had witnessed Jamie slaughtering his, and my, own friend Sean. I knew, but hadn't told Jamie, and now I wished to avenge Sean's death. Jamie, a killer, I never would have thought, or knew if my own eyes had not seen the massacre. I shook off the sickening feeling and swung down at Jamie once again. He rolled to the left and my sword struck the ground with a tremendous force, scattering the leaves as my sword dug into the dirt. I pulled my sword from the ground as Jamie regained footing and swung his axe, he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t seem to be trying to hit me though. I still narrowly dodged the axe, then turned and tried my own attack. Jamie leapt back and brought up his axe, the tip of my blade clashing with his. I brought up my leg for a kick but Jamie released a hand from his axe and grabbed me around the ankle. With a powerful pull I was lifted off the ground and thrown on to my back, knocking the breath out of me. I brought up my other leg and gave Jamie a kick to the stomach, still a bit dizzy from the fall. Jamie coughed and nearly doubled over but reestablished himself and swung his axe down. It was the same predicament Jamie was in just moments ago, only now it was me on the ground and his axe forcing my sword down upon me. I saw an advantage and took it; I swept my foot to the side and tripped Jamie. He fell hard on his side and his axe landed next to me on the forest floor. I grabbed his weapon and rose to my feet. Jamie looked up at me, fear in his eyes, but I just stared back as he rose to his feet. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅI may be avenging Sean but this is still a fair fight,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Bah, and so the long and exhausting rough draft process is over. Now I will began writing a final copy, adding many new ideas, filling a few plot holes, tweaking details and such, while still keeping all of the main story in tact. Should be fun :lol: Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the story, but will enjoy the improved version more. Chapter 12: Cemetery of Legends I opened my eyes slowly, the light of the room was blinding after the long length of darkness I had endured. I shielded my view of the open window and the sunlight pouring in through it with my hand as I sat up. A pain sprang through my chest and I fell back down on to a soft pillow, I was in the hospital, not just any hospital though, the KingÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Hospital in the Castle of Sirith. A smile stretched across my face as I remembered what I had accomplished. There were bandages all across my chest arms and legs, they must have covered a fourth of my body, I supposed I looked something like a mummy. I heard whispers and looked to the door on my left, the voice slowly grew louder, the soft voice of a women. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅNo, Jamie, he has still not awakened. We are not sure how long it will take for him to come out of this coma, he is lucky to be alive.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Beg for Mercy, he pwns you!

I assume this is just the first part of the story. I suppose the echo is the tink tink tink cruch, maybe a pick axe tho. Sounds intresting, but don't think you should have the dragon talk, make him use telepathy or something. A talking dragon seems cartoony to me is all. Not really much to say yet, but I will read the next part.

I'm gonna pretend I don't know anything about Runescape or their godsfor a second. That was actually pretty cool. It was a bit confusing and the grammar wasn' the best in the world but I understood most of it. There were a few parts that I didn't understand and wasn't able to figure out what you were trying to get across. All in all I really enjoyed reading it. I wish you would say what this incenteral armor looks like, I may have missed it but what color is it, lol. I pictures it as grey, but I dunno. I also think you might have meant ethereal but I'm not sure about that, did you just make the name up? I was also wondering if there was going to be more added. It seemed a bit conclusive but there might be more to add. Also, use Microsoft Word to spell check instead of Wordpad, if you have it that is. I might be able to go through it sometime and change the mistakes but some of them had mistakes to where I wasn't sure what the concept was so I would end up screwing up what you wanted to say. . . The very last chapter thingy seemed rather confusing, I wasn't exactly sure who was attacking who . . . Was the girl defending the eye or sieging it, cause it said the group realized my deception and ran forward, but I don't know which group that was . . . Sorry, but could you just clear that up for me plz. I'm thinking Zarax's guys are the ones that realized she was betraying and attacked, just to be sure I'm asking. Aside from that it was a really good read.

Well, i got that done a lot faster than I thought I would. Anyway there will only be 1 more chapter and I will probably have it up Mondayish of next week. Them I'm going to go back and clean and edit the entire story, make it a lot better, fix plot holes and such. This really is just a rough draft but I promise I will make the final version much better. Anyway, enjoy the battle! I tried to make it kinda suspensefull, not as much as I thought it would be, but it will work for now. I will make it better once I edit. ------------------ Chapter 11: The Final Showdown I looked over to Hyrocyte, he stared back at me. Hyrocyte slowly brought up his hand; we all stood ready, nervous, but ready to fight. Then with a small motion of his fingers the elite shadow dragons all took to the air and rushed forward. I held my sword ready to swing but the dragons avoided me and went for the others. I looked to my left and saw Jamie block a slashing claw with his axe, then roll to the right to dodge a burst of flame. Thomas was also blocking a set of claws with both sword and staff. To my right Ben was dodging a set of vicious jaws, leaping and flipping so that even the shadow dragon had trouble keeping its eyes locked on. Shadow was trying to stay back and fire arrows, but the dragon was so fast he could only really run. I sensed something in the air and turned back to Hyrocyte. He was charging at me with sword over head, only a few yards away. I barely had time to react and draw up my sword, our blades crashing together in a shower of sparks. I pulled back my sword and spun with a slash but Hyrocyte blocked and kicked. I jumped back and his boot barely grazed me, but his sword came down again right after. I could barely fight without using my left hand as well, but I managed to hold my ground. After a few more attacks and parries of our blades Ben flipped over us, practically invisible and dropped an explosive at HyrocyteÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s feet. An elite shadow dragon then soared over head and as it passed attempted to slash me across the face. I jumped back to dodge the attack and fell to the ground. Hyrocyte laughed for a moment, but stopped abruptly. He looked down and saw BenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s bomb, there was no time to dodge and he barely had time to cross his arms across his chest. There was a loud explosion and Hyrocyte went flying backwards and landed on his chest ten yards back. A few gasps came from the soldiers in the crowd, but they turned to cheers as Hyrocyte rose to his feet, brushing dirt off himself. I rose to my feet as well. Hyrocyte laughed and jumped into the air, very high into the air. I looked up; he had his sword overhead and brought it down as he approached me. I jumped to the side as Hyrocyte crashed into the ground, cracking the floor all around into small sections. Hyrocyte had his sword stabbed into the ground. I stood with my sword at the ready, waiting for him to move. Finally he turned and looked at me, then brought his sword slicing out of the ground in my direction. Tiny shards of stone hurled into the air and flew right for me, very quickly, faster than they should have. Hyrocyte laughed and brought his hand forward towards me. The shards picked up even greater speed and I jumped to dodge, but they changed course as I did. I decided to block, but there were so many, at least a hundred. I slashed with all my strength and created a wave of wind similar to what Jamie produced in the other room. Most of the shards were thrown back or destroyed completely, but a few survived the attack and I was struck in the left leg and chest, as well as my injured arm. The shards did not pierce my armor but were very painful as they shattered against it with a great force. I cringed as pain swept through my body, but I kept my composure. I stood ready and went in for another attack. Hyrocyte laughed and grabbed his sword with both hands, it began to glow. It looked as if he was about to use my lightning and fire sword technique, but he simply split his one sword into another identical one, my opponent now had two weapons. How could I win, I had only one sword, could only wield one sword. Hyrocyte laughed and swung his first sword downward from overhead. I blocked and he spun and brought down his second. I jumped back and was forced to block again, then rolled as the first sword crashed down again. I attempted to jump to my feet but was struck across the back with one of HyrocyteÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s swords. I screamed in pain and was slammed to the floor. I heard HyrocyteÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s laugh, followed by his hissing voice, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅIs that all you have? I thought you were fighting to avenge your comradesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ death, but you simply lay on the floor, like a weak, pitiful coward. Now I will end your miserable life like the others.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Ya know, last time I checked, Jagex saying that Zaros is evil is a pretty good indication and some pretty good evidence that points to the fact that Zaros is evil. ok, here we go, to reply to your agruments 1) Why would Zaros appear to be evil in, what I believe to be, 3 quests if he was not evil? You think Jagex is trying to trick us? 2) I don't know who aros is but Zaros, like Silent_Scott said, he is proven evil in the Desert Treasure. Just because you haven't done the quest doesn't mean there is no concrete evidence in the quest, 'cause there is. 3) Dunno where you heard that story but it sounds stupid so I will ignore it. 'Cause you just said Bob is good and from our reality and BOB's, not Zaros', evil side is Evil Bob. 4) You must not understand. Jagex saying Zaros is evil and Zaros being evil in Quests = evidence of Zaros being evil. Law, hmm, didn't Scott just tell us the story of how he is the Empty Lord, Pure Evil and such. Innocent? I think not.

Only in Runescape can you get 3 good sized logs from a tree having only hit it with a small hatchet one time. Only in Runescape can you kill one guard and have the other guards simply look the other way... but when u try to take 30 coins they crack you over the head. Only in Runescape do people punch cows in the head with their bare fists until either they die or the cow dies... Only in Runescape can you kill someone and be rewarded for burying their bones, but have no coinsequences for the murder. Only in Runescape can you be comepletely owned by a friggin' ninja monkey with a scimitar. Only in Runescape do people actually collect cabbages just to say they have that many cabbages....

Well, it has been a loonnngg time since I wrote on this or got on the forums at all. Someone sent me a PM askin about EoaW and i decided to add a bit. I got 2 chapters done, both action packed. There should only be 2 more chapters, so i might finish soon, or i might be a while, im not really sure right now. Depends on how much i want to write, or how much my brain can process. School starts on Monday so I'm not sure if i will have anytime. Anyway, here you go! ------------------------------------------ Chapter 9: Confrontation with the Invincible We rested by MarcÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s body for a while before picking him up and carrying him into a nearby, unoccupied room. Sean had said the prayers when loved ones passed away before, but now we simply looked towards the stone floor in silence. A dark presence filled the room; death could almost be tasted in the air. I felt like I was breaking apart inside, ripped apart from the heart. I clenched my fist tightly, bit my lip and drew blood to hold back tears and anger. I felt like screaming loudly, challenging Hyrocyte, and kill him as viciously as Marc and Jessie had died. Jamie was the first to speak, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅWe . . . have to continue. Marc wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t want us to dwell on his death, he would want us to kill Hyrocyte, finish the mission.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Sorry for the wait. Had a case of writer's block, not to mention spring break(was barely home the whole week). I finally finished chapter 8. It's kinda short, actually it is very short, but I figured I should cut it off after what happens. Not sure when I will have 9 up. I actually had this done a few days ago but my internet kept screwin up. It is kinda gorey at one point, so bare with me. Gad to see some people reading it now. Chapter 8: AssassinÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Art We rested in that room for the night. Someone on constant guard of both entrances, but we were not attacked. Ben suspected a small hallway on the other side of the door, I agreed. We ate and slept in an area that consisted of no dead bodies. Dreams I couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t remember plagued my mind, leaving me with a headache when I awoke. I was the first one up the next day. Thomas snoring lightly on the floor next to me, arms folded under his head for comfort. I sat up and looked around; the smell of decaying bodies was already beginning to fill the air, I nearly gagged as I took a breath. The torches were still lit from last night, we made sure to set them ablaze after the battle. My short sword was still wedged in the door, holding it shut. Shadow was standing, but asleep, dosed off during his shift. I laughed quietly and rose to my feet; I looked over to where Jamie slept, nothing there. I examined the room again quickly, he was gone! I approached Shadow and woke him. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅDid you see Jamie leave?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Syrith I wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t sure what would happen, it seemed like a bad situation. Ironclaw was our leader, but would his greed really cause him to . . . my thoughts were caught as the door flew from its hinges and slammed to the ground. Two guards went flying into the council room, followed by the roar of a demon. Everyone turned to the open doorway, forgetting about the dispute. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThe fortress has been breeched,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Yea, I think the fact that it is so long is why no one is reading. It's like 60 pages, give or take a few, so it takes a while to finish. Doesn't take me very long to write a chapter, maybe a night or two. I just enjoy writing. Ideas just kinda hit me and I gotta write and write, then a new idea hits me and I write some more, lol :D

Syrith I sat waiting in the dungeon, Kuro and Ironclaw both out on their petty missions. I rested my sword against the wall and took a seat. I drummed my fingers lightly on the oak table in front of me, a candle placed in the center, lit and spreading light across the room in a dim glow. Kuro needs to know the plan. Ironclaw Is incompetent, but Kuro seems like he will make a fine edition to my team. Hopefully he can be trusted. The door burst open and in came Ironclaw, bruised and battered from battle, a lost battle. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅGather your equipment, that Fuuin dies NOW!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Might as well not descripe the chapter, don't think anyone's reading it. Oh well, here it is. Chapter 7: Gathering Information I entered last, a small hallway with suits of armor on both sides, each holding weapons. The one nearest to me was defenseless; Jamie had taken its spear. On the far end of the hall was a set of stairs spiraling downward and upward. Two doors were also near the staircase, on either side of the hallway. Torches lit the way, with enchanted fire that will never burn out, but can be put out. Ben took initiative and grabbed a battle axe from the hands of a nearby suit of armor. He turned and swung, wedging the axe between the door and the stone wall. We were trapped inside, there was no where to hide. Enemies outside, enemies inside; no turning back. Lives had already been lost, blood has been shed; we will accomplish our goal or die trying. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThe odds are against us.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Hmm, sounds like her father and this man are vampires. Nice intro, you made the little girl sound sweet, even in the face of death, just wanted to go to heaven. Kind of sad. Sounds like it should be intresting, a friend recommended a book called All Just Glass earlier today. A vampire type story as well, was really considering reading, but someone had borrowed from the library. Had to settle for a Dean Koontz. I'll be sure to read the first chapter.

No, I said the knights will have bigger problems. He is going to start the master plan. He isn't going to kill 'em. I didn't want to do that, would make too permanent.

Syrith It was cold on the mountain top. Syrith looked down upon the Black KnightÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Fortress, a young man killing the black armored warriors. Syrith could sense his power, a great aura emitting from his body. An aura only a select few can see, those who know the truth. The man scooped up his earnings from the bodies of the slain black knights and headed off into the distance. Syrith looked down at his own blade, a shining dragon material, dark red in color. Darker tinted in some places though, where blood was shed by victims of the dark swordsmen, a fresh coat was recently added. Whether the man was killed for the wishes of Zamorak or Guthix; the blood remained, reminding him of his assassinations, he smiled. Syrith sheathed his sword and sat down, gazing across the landscape. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅThe gods will not be able to stop me soon, if our plan unfolds accordingly. This warrior may pose a threat, he shall be eliminated. The others may have found their targets by now.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Pretty good, had some comedy in it, I liked that. Not really much to say yet, storyline is yet to be developed, but I'll be sure to read the next part and see what happens. P.S.- That;s the same way I go to get to the bathroom in my house. :lol:

Orgin, to change name edit the original post. Oh and my name is sirith knight, not sirtherknight.... Just wanted to clear that up. We also need to start idea as for storyline. What is the huge evil scheme that the good guys must stop? Should be something no one has used before... let me think.... :roll: Maybe someone like stole the silverlight and excalibur and reincarnated the demons that were killed by them. The swords are in the hands of evil, so now the demons cannot be killed. Atleast until someone enters the dark fortress deep within the wilderness to reclaim them. Also they reincarnated many evil spirits from the tortured spirits of the wilderness and sent them into the bodies of living creatures, making them more powerful. The only way to set things right is to reclaim the great swords and kill the demons, once and for all. That's my idea, anyone else got somethin?

Not bad, good intro to your character. Do me a favor? Capitalize the first letter of your sentences and Falcon's name. As far as storyline we haves possessed wolves, hmm, I think I'll wait for someone else to post before I do... *Runs off to edit his own story*

So are you evil. I guess you could really be neutral. Evil while he is a hired hit man, but good as a buisness man. I think we're nearly ready to get started with this thing! Who is gonna write first part? I will do it if ya want me to.

Just made a new sig and avatar. Avatar is kinda hard to read, says-Eyes of a Warrior which is the title of my story. Had to take some quality to use it, so its not how it should look. This is a pic I made a while back in spare time. Used the weapons from sig in it. That's the full dragon from sig, haven't gotten around to shading it, but I will do it.... eventually. Supposed to be like ripping through the screen. Map that I made of ARENAscape a while back.... Pretty fun to make. My style is a lot different than most, might be a good thing or a bad thing. Rate 'em if you want, just looking for some feed back on how to improve. I might try to make some of those pics I've been seeing so much, just little RS pixel pics with somethin' funny happening. Everything was done in MS paint. Enjoy.

Lol, I love it. You should put some guy on the wall throwing a rotten tomato at the noobs too. 9/10

Once again, nice. Just realized this is the same character from the Raven's cabal. Descriptions are still amazing. Lost some of the Star Wars feel and got a bit of its own style, still feels relatively the same. I enjoy the way you write the dialouge for Vriskath, gives him a personality of his own. I'll be lookin' forward to ye next part, maybe a battle scene.