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yes but it will proberly be only for the v. rich
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or they could sell it in the GENRAL STORE AND GET 2* AS MUCH U DONT SEEM TO GET WHAT IM SAYING
INSURANCE = HALF GENRAL STORE PRICE WHEN YOU SELL IT TO THEM
BRONZE DAGGER=10GP GENRAL STORE ASKING PRICE
INSURENCE ON THAT= 5GP
SEE HOW IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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i told u the way to go is a download, that when u are detected freeze ur account
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ummm little off topic but they should realse some new games, in the near future
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u are most proboly rite although it is i diffrent asmution u are near definatly rite
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i think that there is an ignore but that i have swiched on cos no one listens to me (i dont really care i talk no matter who is listening or not)
blue tug u should read my posts
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since no one has repied to anything i have said i take it no one can contend with the ideas. i there fore can assume that i am so smart
cos im simply the best, im better than all the rest.
im simply the best
(sung to your simply the best by tina turner (change 'your' to 'im'))
archimage_a Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2005 4:02 pm Post subject:
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then what do we do the only thing we can do is simply force ppl to stop cheating by offering a all purpose soltion a download that when u have cheated and are found ur cpu regiseter u can not use the download any more, and to reboot for that seem a bit strange in the head
most ppl dont play rsc cos they think it boring and it is, but its like saying blow up the empire state building/big ben/effial tower/any other land mark u can think of, its a peice of history it should be presever not hacked (most hackers cant make money or can but cant be asked. they dont want to be caught so they go for the unprotected worlds) i think that rsc should be closed down from training and should become like a living musem or something so that ppl can see the history they missed, not a pool of hackers circleing outdated softwear
umm most of the hacks should work on rs2 so it doesnt really bother anyone that people test then use them, only once then report them then tell a load a people about it. and amazing 10000 ppl got band and some 4 ppl got their stats up yay
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it depends on ur point of view it like eating plasic, stupid but not dangrous(unless u are really really thick/unlucky)
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i was talking about time PEROID as in medevil
are u unable to read the posts b4
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that was a clasic moment oh well, good times shame about all the hackers on rsc now
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then what do we do the only thing we can do is simply force ppl to stop cheating by offering a all purpose soltion a download that when u have cheated and are found ur cpu regiseter u can bot use the download any more, and to reboot for that seem a bit strange in the head
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i have to agree that this is getting off topic and pointless, the whole world seems to think that it matters what u say and do on forums and rs, it dosent only about 1 in 1000000 ideas ever get used and mostly arnt picked from two players going for each other neck and then draining their imagination
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most ppl dont play rsc cos they think it boring and it is, but its like saying blow up the empire state building/big ben/effial tower/any other land mark u can think of, its a peice of history it should be presever not hacked (most hackers cant make money or can but cant be asked. they dont want to be caught so they go for the unprotected worlds) i think that rsc should be closed down from training and should become like a living musem or something so that ppl can see the history they missed, not a pool of hackers circleing outdated softwear
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i think ur paranoid withthe chance of people finding out what u do in ur spare time and bascily anyone who care so much they look for ur high score worships u or is going to become ue arch enermy, is it really so important. zaros is more important then ur high score, anything is more important but at the top of things more important is zaros who is much more important
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as said before its not fixed time, and how would u do it i would just sit in the bank while people laugh at u, the hair styles... are they really that important to u, it costs to update them and nobody notices, unless u havent in which case ur a noob apprently
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umm not to medal but they tryed that on tibia and ppl just got hacked off cos it would take forever to get off tutorail island, then the concept of noob was redefined and was back at square 1 cos u where a noob cos no one on that world was weaker
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rite the story made sense but was illogical y would u meet those people to change ur ways but u cant???
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a few thing
the catapult should be a cannon or something and fire at the enermy castle when not being used
the castle should be like the temple in mort myre, the whole thing needs work
the game should just go on indefinatly like a huge war zone, that way no one would be board when the game start and u arnt in it, and it could be cool to just go in beat up a load of people and get tickets like that
the area need to be bigger with traps and other such stuff so the assult take longer, the wall shoot out posin darts, and should be like a temple type of thing with the boulders in the roof and stuff
there should be gang wars and be like rs only in the wilderness(cept u dont lose ur stuff) it could get into a stand off and the leaders would need to use tactic or negotiates a cease fire. until it all starts again
the flag should not mean anything, it should be capture the spawn points, making winning more difficult, and if u do u get amount of kills minus deaths in tickets, then it starts over again withe the teams shuffled
the map should look like port phantagasm but also like fally or something, a wastland of evil. the game would be awesome as u would never know what would happen next.
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it is all quite pointless cos how is it disturbing it lets people see how they treat others on the same way, its a good thing
ps why does anyone care its their life not urs
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its good to hear about that but to tell u the truth i wouldn't sell a story
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it good to meet a fellow rs writer cos i get board waiting for ppl to replie
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i did actualy say half the genral store buying price, and it should be at least tested cos i hate running about for stuff then losing stuff cos i cant get out of some pit or i left a helm on or something
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umm most of the hacks should work on rs2 so it doesnt really bother anyone that people test then use them, only once then report them then tell a load a people about it. and amazing 10000 ppl got band and some 4 ppl got their stats up yay :roll: :roll: :roll: :roll: :roll: :roll: :roll: :roll:
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The tale of why
The moving island
(Inspired by the world map, May she tower in glory)
The isle karamja is the moving isle for ONE simply reason IT MOVES.
Our story begins in timeline of zaros approximately at ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâstone magicÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢. (For more information read the tales of zaros)
The sky was bright and filled with fire as zaros hounded the ground to carve it to perfection. This would be the crowning triumph of the dayÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s zaros. Zaros would make this island perfect to beyond belief the ground now, after being wrought with terror, was regenerating. Its finely ground beaches to its whimsical grass blades, it was finished. The ground was perfect underfoot not too hard or too soft. The wind played music through the trees, a million sounds in harmony. Only the breaking waves where not in tune with them but it did not matter it was only one side of the kingdom, it would make little different. The creatures where the hard part, the guardians would eat the tradesman and the island would starve. So he banished the slithering serpents away to the desert area under al-zarid, to guard the new temples there, pyramid shaped for some reason.
The inhabitants had a great time, with all the pleasures from around the scape and more, the rum was perfectly balanced to get one drunk but not a hangover no matter how much you drank. With the sea cascading over the beach and the sand washing over the grass, the joy could go on forever, and so it would had it not been for the events following the 23rd of sarorana 1248 (the battle of Bridgeington). With the forests releasing hoards of ancient warriors, beasts and darkness to destroy zaros the ground could well open up and swallow karamja and none would notice. Zaros could see there was a good chance the forest beasts would reach karamja before they could be stopped. He began to act slowly at first, but in the gaps of fighting with the Dijon he began to move karamja, he sped up moving it as he could see the hand of darkness reaching over and taking it. At what now was lighting speed, which destroyed parts of the island, it jumped over the sea and stopped as far away as he would dare hope to put it.
So after the battles and the warring had ceased, the isle was once again safe, but before zaros could move karamja back to it original position, the demi-gods began to rise up against zaros. Only then was it seen a mistake in trusting these near gods, he began to fight them but could not win against them all at once (although he could not die he could still be injured and punished). Zaros knew that the main scape would be contaminated within years, a decade at most karamja was the only hope of staving of the demi-gods. Apart from the temple which had already seen heavy damage and would only be protected for a couple hundred millennia, because of its extreme near predation of zaros, before finally scumbering to sands of time. Zaros began to reinforce karamja to late to be much good, but it held its place until guthix finally was able to make its position permanent next to two millennia later.
Unfortunately before even a century the isle collided with another isle, which is commonly misinterpreted to be karamja. Only the north part of the isle is actually karamja, the part after that is just a creation of Zamorak and Saradomin in an attempt to destroy the last stronghold (or what they thought was). In away it worked but in another more disturbing way it did not. The creatures on the other island destroyed what was left but disturbingly the true secret of the isle was opened up, ready for holy secret the EYES OFÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ
By archimage a (the lone Zarosen)
The tale of the Shilo village
This story is beyond what anyone has experienced even zaros, and only with continuing communication with the god Iasmal (eyes-small) did zaros discover the true purpose of the eyes of Iasmal. But that will come later at the moment I have to tell you this part of the story has not yet happened but will. Not in the next million millennia, not even in the next fifty million millennia will this happen but it will happen (assuming that karamja doesnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t get blown up and even then itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s only a temporary set back). For those who do not no (even me until about 10 minutes ago at 19:24 12th of June 2005 I found out direct from zaros) Iasmal precedes even zaros as the oldest, not the wisest perhaps as she accidentally destroyed everything before her, she was not ZarosÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s mother but did wake him up (donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t ask me where he or she came from she blew everything up remember). As zaros awoke she died as zaros was grouchy when he awoke, then went back to sleep for a few year before deciding to get up. (This was supposed to be the introduction)
The eyes of Iasmal are more powerful then anything before becauseÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a backup copy of the universe and anything else. But because of its way of activation it rebooted a chaotic reality that will easy repeat itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s self over and over until someone finds a way to stop it and does it. Now then the story as told to me by zaros and to zaros by Iasmal.
The eyes of Iasmal opened one above ground and one in the sea both looked like huge volcanoes, with the eyes opened the inhabitants fled to the south of the new isle where they set up a new life for themselves in what they called Shilo village. The new life wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t hard work they mined the wonderful gem rocks to the north. They fished the river in the middle. At the bottom where the great forests where a great many beasts lurked including the fearful Varisa (var-riser), so many villagers where killed and then the barricades when up at first magic but then stone and iron then just wood. The villagers made their wooden barricades from the great incenteral wood that was related to the great icentranal stone. The wood held off all invaders, it would stand the test of time. The flames could not engulf it the spells could not penetrate it, only axes could chop it but we are taking about beasts, so no one really cared.
So life went on only a few remains where left of the old paradise, but life was good, and would keep growing until the end of time. The tales of the eyes of Iasmal had died off, and little was know outside of the camp these days. The beast attacks became less and less then they stopped completely, the villagers became over-confined and began to try to expand the camp. The expansions at first succeed but then the wood supply ran out, and they would have to use normal logs instead. This was also going well until a beast walked into a new wall, they saw it was weak it rushed back and told the rest of the ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâherdÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢. Soon it was pandemonium the camp was under attack and the central area collapsed only the docks and the village survived.
Log where still strewn about the place when the scouts from the tribe of north came down for food, they quickly leapt at an opportunity to attack live humans, the camps walls stood strong though. The camp from the north fled quickly though once the future was seenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ
By archimage a (the lone Zarosen)
The tale of Gielinor
Although we go a bit north we still on the other island, which has been found to be called Gielinor soon afterward, we get to the tribal encampment (Gielinor I know is the name of rs but this is how it started). The seer of the camp could see the great wars would come soon, not only would the village be attacked, the encampment would be attacked as well.
So the spears where polished to perfection, with the impending doom coming they would only have weeks maybe even days to prepare to fight the new raiders from the north. The village was blissfully unaware of their impending attack; the island was defiantly at war, At war with destiny. Only time would tell what would happen next, so they waited, and waitedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ still longer did they wait until eventually they went to se what had happened, only then did they seeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ
The great wars werenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t the only war being fought (or not being fought). The new ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâgodsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ where at war with each other; only Zaros was absent, Guthix was asleep, Zamorak and Saradomin were desecrating Zarosen life. The other 5 gods remaining were actually fighting for control over the area. Falona was controlling the city in the north, Sarina south of that with a port, Lunrigde was controlling the western south, Drayn was in control of the central province and Valork was in control to the north west of that. These gods where in perpetual war gaining and losing territory at great speed, millions die and are created in minutes, the slaughter house had begun.
But what did that have to do with Gielinor, the fighting had obscured the view of time and space, the powers were growing and shrinking, it would tear everything apart. With some effort zaros put in a final appearance to stop the onslaught, but all in vain with his appearance Zamorak began to attack, followed by Saradomin the fight raged on with the fires of vengeance burning in their eyes. The fight saw off Drayn, Lunrigde and Sarina destroying the chance of becoming major powers. With these gone the fight raged with renewed intensity, (although was ZamorakÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s doing which cause Saradomin to turn against him later) the war consumed most of the life across the scape, the wilderness would now invade unopposed. The fires for life destroyed huge sections of land and began to get out of hand by a massive amount, it was not about survival it was about power. Three gods had to exist at the most for the power well to be strong enough to live at what it was. Valork and Falona where killed soon afterwards by each other.
The fourth god although asleep could see that if this did not stop life would collapse, into the abyss and with that would go any chance of survival of the gods, fake or not. He must make his entrance soon or the power well would not be able to hold the scape together. Only one part of land was unaffected, protected by an ancient magic, it was drifting further and further away from the battling. Guthix came in and began to take charge his power well came from the ancient power beneath karamja, instead of the well of the main scape. With power drains out all over the mainland only hand to hand would be able to suffice at the moment. Guthix came to attack the tremendous on the mainland, just as zaros began to leave to regain his powers in Traindse (tran-in-des) the land of the palace of zaros and the mines of Zarosa impenetrable to all.
Guthix soon charged down the forces of Saradomin and Zamorak, but having observed the wars in detail and seeing what was needed he let both stay in the interest of balance. So began to piece together the broken world, the small band of human still on the mainland had mainly turned to the wilderness to survive. The few that were left had banded to form the white knights. While karamja citizens soon became the native people and would soon had life restored across the scape, banded under the banner of Gielinor.
By Archimage a (the lone Zarosen)
The tale of Zarax
The tale begins many ages ago, the hero of the story Zarax in the only survivor of the age of zaros. He began life as a poor boy from a poor family (on an island surrounding old karamja) not having a gp to his name. At the age of 14 he left home to begin a life of solitude away from the rest of the scape. Nowhere was silent enough or it had to many people passing, he began to search for other who wanted the same kind of life. Three followed him two male one female into the forest, after a while they set up a camp but where soon attacked, they limped back. They began to raise money to buy a shelter to be set up out there in the forest.
Soon they set out once again to set up this camp in the forest, it went well they were there living in harmony. Soon more people came and the shelter was not big enough, no one wanted to go back to the busy world and no one wanted to be outside. Only was it then did it happen, a boy came running followed by a huge beast, a diatrant. The boy was going to rune into the camp. Quickly the campers began to pray to zaros only he could save them now. He responded and they were safe once again, but I now became obvious that this was too unsafe. They left the camp and went out to the deserts to the south. No life there but soon only a few remained, the war of the Dijon had started. Zarax had left to fight in the battle, he had soon become embroiled in the fighting to such an extent, he was sent to lead an attack on the underground. It started well; they got past the defences that had been created to stop them, the guards were killed with easy, the doors where brittle with time and were destroyed with easy.
Soon the remaining twenty from the thirty, were outside the doors to the inner sanctum. Blasted from the hinges the doors flew across the room into the heart of the room, it was emptyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ almost one of the priest spotted the tail of a robe hanging at the side of the throne. She went to pick it up. Only Zarax made it out alive. With the robe up the room began to fill to knee height with water, then was the ceiling opened as thunderstorms were seen the bolts danced across the water. The bronze began to flake to copper and tin from the throne, it almost seemed alive before killing sixteen of them instantly. The remaining four began to flee but, the flood gates had opened (literally) the water was pulled out across the legs of the four, two were killed instantaneously by the impact of the iron with their head. Twenty eight down, two to go. Zarax was in and out of consciousness he saw the great walls and hall ways filled with blood and bodies. The other was pouring her soul into a spell with the last breath, she was dead. He was alone now. In the great underground no life was able to survive this. He felt the water begin to thin out, then a colossal force hit him it was a [bleep]e.
It had snagged on his arm, the bones were cut and damaged severely. Only a prayer had prevented him from expiring that night, the pain would have driven him crazy. But the spirit had gone in and cut the nerves in the arm. It was going to be pulled out of its socket by the morning. His new companion was helping him get through it though. He couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t believe the spirit of his old friend was infused into him. He was the soul survivor of the failed attack on the heart of the underground. The drop happened the next morning around 8, the rip came right up through the shoulder and the back pack was completely cut to pieces. He had dropped 7 life runes down into the water, there was a flash but that was it.
The last few feet took forever but the drop made him realise something was wrong, he was no where near any landmark he had seen, so he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t get out much, but he could see a small building near the river it said ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâBaxtorian falls guide hutÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ
By Archimage A (the lone Zarosen)
The tale of destiny
He begin to walk toward it, the ground seemed different. The house was different it was all stone. The walls where lined with books like ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâson of Zamorak?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ and ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâthe elf city?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢, now he was confused. Only did the voice in his head begin to talk did it bring him out of ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâhow to grow flowersÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢. He immediately remembered that he had seen something moving upstairs, he rushed up there he saw a human. Not just any human, it looked like one of his old friends from the attack on the underground. They began to talk they got on well, until Zarax began to ask about zaros. Not only did he not worship Zaros he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know who he was, Zarax began to argue that if Zaros was not the god then who would stop the Dijon. The poor man had no idea what he was talking about, Zarax would have to take a final try at this ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹Ãâdo you know who Zamorak is?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢, finally something he could link to. The man talked of who Zamorak is and how he controls the wilderness (they got in a forest/wilderness argument). Zarax was shocked to say the least, when it turned out Zamorak was in fact a god. Zarax began to break down, he need something to cling to. At that moment an adventurer came in, he had to know something about what was happening. The adventure did recall hearing about Zaros or something, from a friend but could not get more informative because he was busy.
The voice said that it could sense Zaros nearby, not far away very close. Zarax looked all he saw was a cat holding an ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâIÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m not ZarosÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ reallyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ sign. He knew it when he saw that cat it was Zaros, he when to talk to it but they could not understand each other. The spirit helped a bit, it could sense the thoughts of each of them then send them to each of them. This was difficult because Zaros was in a cat body so was continually thinking about mice and fish, but the message got through. Zaros told him that he had been overthrown by the others, and that his energy well was to small to hold control of anywhere. Zarax began to see the power that Zaros would need to take over like this, Zarax vowed to help him if he could. He would make people believe once again, he would take control, to worship Zaros. He then began to walk toward the nearest city, the tree gnome stronghold.
After a short while he came into contact with the gnomes at the gates, they spoke in tongues and those who spoke something like human would not give him straight answers. So he went in toward the mammoth tree, old as well as huge, on the way he found a bank and began to access his bank account despite beginning tremendously old he was still allowed to access it.(for those who donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know its about two-four thousand years minimumÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ) he removed his staff of Zaros which had had its orb smashed in, as had his headband of Zaros, only a single stone was still intact he removed it and thirty k. all his food had gone off and his weapons had rusted to nothing, only the stone, about nine hundred million k, twenty life talismans (plus other talismans of all types) and a few hundred thousand rune essence. Then he began to go towards the tree, just as he came though the door as someone came up the ladder to the side in a sense of euphoria (elation, ecstasy, joy). That girl was in such a sense of euphoria she just gave away seventy k to him, so he gave her a gift of knowledge, although she already knew all about Zaros, she was enthralled to learn of this new information. As it confirmed her suspicions, he then showed her the stone and she went on her way to the bank at the middle of the tree and Zarax followed.
She showed him the wonders of this new world for hours and was keen to learn more about: Zaros, Iasmal, old scape, the true about most places she had visited, the truth about the gods, the eye of Zaros, Zarosen temple and the truth about the races she had met. Soon it came time to part but they vowed to remain friends and convert more people to the Zarosen cause. Zarosen power would and will continue to grow from that day on. Yours truly was that girl after killing the black demon under the tree gnome stronghold.
What is needed: One third of the population of the whole of Gielinor will give the power return, one half to overthrow Guthix, three quarters will overthrow Saradomin, Guthix and Zamorak.
By Archimage A (the lone Zarosen)
more storys on the way cos i no u hate ummm (if not plz say cos its boring not knowing
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