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This is the last chapter its about just begining EQ2 and starting the tutorial. Chapter 12 Destiny Awaits My first glimpse of the ship filled me with awe. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d seen boats before, of course; small craft that would cautiously cling to the safety of the coastline. But this was a tall ship, the kind built to travel across dangerous oceans that were only now becoming navigable. Vessels like this hadn't dared to journey across the seas since the cataclysms began, so to see one for the first time made my heart leap inside my chest. Though IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d never ventured very far beyond the outskirts of my home village, I knew the tales of the great war, the Rending, and of course the Shattering. The eldest among us taught this dark history to the young ones, telling of a time when our world was a vastly different place. Some of them were afraid of what existed beyond the confines of our village, but not me. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d always felt a calling, as if something was out there waiting for me. I had grown up with no idea what my future would hold or how I was to find it, but I could never shake the feeling that my life wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t meant to be spent in a small seaside village. So when the ship arrived and the crew came ashore looking for volunteers, I knew it was my chance. Saying goodbye was difficult. I didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know if I would ever see my friends and family again, but this was something I had to do. I joined the crew of the merchant ship and met some of the other recruits who, like me, had chosen this new life. There was Geredo, a clever gnome; Valik, the strong and agile kerra; and Anikra and Balen, a married half elf couple. While I didn't intend to spend my life as a seafaring merchant, it seemed like a gateway to the sort of excitement I was looking for. Little did I know that excitement was about to come looking for me. The brigands attacked without warning. It all happened so fast, it's still a blur. There was a brief battle, but we were ill-prepared to fight against such seasoned pirates. They threw some of us, like poor Balen, overboard. I either jumped or was knocked off the deck; I can't be sure which. The last thing I remember is grabbing hold of Anikra and clinging to a piece of wreckage as the brigands sailed away. Then the darkness overtook me and I blacked out. I awoke on board an even bigger ship, with markings on its sails I didn't recognize. I stood slowly and looked out across the rolling seas. I suddenly realized that there was a whole new world out there beyond the waves, and it didn't belong to gods or dragons or the armies of the past; it belonged to me, and to others who longed to explore the mysteries of the unknown. This was our time, a time of destiny, and I knew that I would soon become part of a world that I had never dared imagine. The captain is calling out. I think the adventure is about to begin.

Chapter 11 The Shattering They crept through the shadows and waited for the guard to pass. "He's gone, Tielya. It's safe." "The guards should be the least of your concerns," she replied. "If my father ever found out that a human like you would be so bold as to touch a Teir'Dal maiden, he'd have your head on a pike before dawn." "Good point," he said, pulling her close to him. "And what do you think he'd do if he found out that I'm going to marry you?" "Impudent human!" she exclaimed, pushing away. "What makes you think a daughter of the house of V'Dreth would consent to such a union?" "This," he answered, kissing her softly. She smiled. "Even so, my father will be furious. I'm not joking when I say we have to be careful." "I know," he answered, "but your father isn't here right now. And if we don't make our way to the docks soon, the guard will be back. Let's go." He took her hand and led her to the pier. A small boat was tied up below the dock. They climbed down into it and untied the rope, rowing quietly into the harbor. "Such a beautiful night," Tielya said. "I love the darkness of the new moon. Don't you, Sarven?" "I love the darkness of your skin more, but the moon is nice, too." He smiled. Her eyes glinted back at him. They rowed around the edge of the harbor, past the tall ships anchored at the Freeport docks. Their boat glided out of sight of the watchtowers to a deserted spot near the sandy shore. Sarven put down the oars and Tielya leaned back against him. They looked out across the silent water. "The sea hasn't been this calm for a long time. A good omen, I think," she said to him. "Indeed. Maybe it's a sign that we should run away from your family and start a new life somewhere else." "Where could we go that a human and a dark elf would be allowed to live together? The Commonlands are overrun by orcs. If we fled to Nektulos, the fanatical Thexians would eagerly hunt you down. And while you might be able to find a place in Qeynos, I doubt they'd be very welcoming to a Teir'Dal. The oceans are still unsafe to cross. Our options are--" She stopped when she noticed the sky over the water begin to shimmer and grow brighter. "What is that?" Sarven asked. "Some kind of distortion is forming. Whatever it is, it's enormous." The flickering light coalesced. There, in the sky before them, was a round moon circled by an ephemeral ring. "By the gods!" Tielya exclaimed. "Can that be Luclin?" "I read about it growing up, but access to the moon was lost centuries ago. It was said to be hidden behind some kind of veil. Why would it be visible now?" As he spoke, the moon began to glow brighter. Lines of energy arced across its surface as if the entire sphere crackled with power. "What is happening?" she asked. "Tielya, cover your eyes," he told her. "But it's so beautiful." "Cover your eyes!" For an instant the sky flashed as bright as day. Sarven squinted and shielded his eyes with his arm. After a moment the light dimmed, and he looked up to see Luclin broken apart in the sky, a wave of energy carrying chunks of debris rapidly toward Norrath. "We need to go quickly," he said. I don't know how far away Luclin is, but it looks like pieces of it will be hitting soon." "Sarven," she said softly, her eyes staring forward. "Yes?" "I can't see anymore." "What do we know?" he asked. "Very little," the informant replied. "Most in Freeport were asleep when it happened, though of course the intensity of the light awoke them." "Can we even confirm it was Luclin?" "Some who claim to have been to the Plane of Sky long ago agreed it looked like what they saw there, but who can say for certain? The planes play tricks on the eyes, and nothing may be what it appears. If it was Luclin, it was not as distant as many thought." "Any idea as to the cause?" "Just rumors. Luclin has been cut off from us for so long now, many had all but forgotten about it. The priests think its destruction is a portent that the gods will soon return. Others speak of an invasion that happened there long ago and claim this is the result. The ogres blame it on gnome meddling; the humans suspect the ratonga. The Overlord has begun an investigation of his own, but at this point nothing is certain." "How bad are the casualties?" "Too many to count. The largest pieces hit first, causing huge impact craters and scorching the lands. The Arcane Scientists claim that debris may be falling for years, perhaps even decades. They simply don't know." The older Teir'Dal scowled. "I must have answers. Bring him in." Two guards opened the door and left the room, returning moments later dragging a man between them. He had been beaten badly and couldn't walk on his own. They brought him before their master and held him up. "Tell me, human, what did you see?" "I... already told you," he replied weakly. The dark elf slapped him hard across the face. "Vile wretch! You blind my daughter and now lie to my face! No one may do that to V'Dreth and live!" The Teir'Dal slapped him again. "We were... on the boat. We saw the flash. I begged her to look away. I would never hurt her." "Lies!" V'Dreth cried out as he hit Sarven again. "You kidnapped Tielya to hold her for ransom and stole her sight to hide your identity! Now tell me what you saw!" He clenched his fist and prepared to strike him again. "Enough, father," Tielya called out from the doorway. "Do not hurt the man I love." V'Dreth cringed. "You do not know what you are saying. He is a filthy human who has cast some spell on your mind. You could not love one such as him!" She let go of the doorway and walked forward, nearly stumbling when she reached the edge of the table. She felt her way along it until she stood near her father. "You have asked him over and over again what he saw. Why do you not ask the same of me?" V'Dreth was silent for a moment. "Alright then, what did you see?" She smiled faintly as she stared straight ahead with sightless eyes. "The moon was so clear. It was alive with energy flowing through every part of it. Then it was as if something in the center broke loose and leapt outward, like a bird of prey hatching from an egg. I couldn't turn away. It was so beautiful." He looked down at the ground, then back at his daughter. "Do you really love this human?" "I do," she said defiantly. "Then have him," he said, motioning for his guards to drop Sarven on the floor. "Leave now, and never return to my house. I no longer have a daughter." Her face was stoic as she nodded once, bending down to help Sarven to his feet. "Guide me, my love, and I will carry you," she whispered to him. V'Dreth watched them go. He turned to the guards. "See that they find a room in an inn, somewhere out of the way. Deliver her things there. Make sure no harm comes to them, but never speak of them to me again. Go." The guard saluted and walked away. V'Dreth turned back to his informant. "There must be more answers to be had. Find them." The informant bowed and headed through the door, leaving V'Dreth alone in the dark chamber. The Teir'Dal touched the edge of the table his daughter had followed, then clenched his fist and stared into the shadows.

Chapter 10 The Rending "You were there when it started?" Vinmar asked. "Aye. The first day." Durgen answered grimly. "What was it like?" The old dwarf shook his head. "I don't like tellin' of it. Some things are best forgotten." "Please," the young man pleaded. "I grew up here within the walls of Qeynos. It's not as if the city has gone untouched, but I've never seen the worst of it. I met a Teir'Dal once who claimed she was in Freeport when it began and saw an entire section of the city start to--" "Enough!" the dwarf growled as he slammed his tankard on the bar. "You babble as if this was all some children's story told for your amusement. I've lost friends in the Rendin'. I've lost brothers. You hid in your mama's skirt and soiled your diaper. You know nothin' of it." Vinmar was quiet for a moment. "I lost my father. He was first mate aboard a ship that went out to look for castaways when the seas started to go wild. My mother pleaded with him not to go, but he insisted it was his duty. He never came back." Durgen stared at the young man for a time, then spoke softly. "How old were you when your dad went missin'?" "I wasn't born yet," he answered. "My mother found out she was carrying me a week after his ship was lost. Up until the day I was born, she would walk to the harbor every night at sunset. She'd stand there and watch for that ship to come sailing back. It never did." Durgen took a long drink of ale. "I lived in the Karanas for many years. Made a livin' there, along with my three brothers." "You were a farmer?" The dwarf chuckled. "No, boy. I was a thief!" "Oh," Vinmar replied nervously. "No need to watch your coin purse. I gave up that life a long time ago. But back in the day, my brothers and I were the most feared bandits in the plains. Brell's Brigands, we called ourselves. Nothin' made us gladder than to see some rich merchant caravan makin' its way across the countryside, for we knew it was ours for the takin'." "So you stole from the rich and gave to the poor?" "Ha!" Durgen scoffed loudly. "We stole from the rich and gave to ourselves! Well, and to the card tables in Highkeep, that is. We had a taste for gamblin' and for fine the ladies up in that old castle. We lost our gold as quickly as we stole it, but it was a good life." "So what was it like when it began?" The old dwarf lost his grin and stroked his gnarled beard. "We were headin' eastward. We'd just robbed some rich high elves and were feelin' pretty pleased with ourselves. There was a village near the eastern edge of the plains, just some farmers and ranchers. We never troubled them, for stealin' from honest folks wasn't our way. We stopped to water our horses, and that's when we noticed it." "Noticed what?" Vinmar asked. "The silence. Every bird and every critter all of a sudden got quiet. The wind seemed perfectly still. It was eerie, I tell ya. My brothers and I looked at each other, wonderin' what in blazes was going on. Then, after a few moments, the animals went wild. The birds started crowin', the horses were buckin' and fussin'. Seconds later the ground shook like I'd never felt before." Durgen paused and drank again. Even beneath his overgrown eyebrows, Vinmar could see the sad, faraway look in the dwarf's eyes. "My brothers and I were knocked clear off our feet--and to do that to a band of rowdy dwarves, you know it was a powerful force indeed. Most every buildin' in that village started breakin' apart, and the people ran out in a panic. Cracks started formin' in the ground, then those cracks ripped wide open. Many of the poor animals got dragged down as the earth beneath them gave way." "Poor creatures," Vinmar noted. "We could barely stand up. The ground was tearin' itself apart all around us. I pictured the stories I'd heard about the Battle of Defiance, and suddenly I felt like one of those wretched orcs being punished by Brell. I didn't know if the gods were cursin' us, but it sure felt like it that day." "What did you do?" "We tried to run. I was the slowest of my brothers, so they were out in front. Bergen and Bormen were no more than fifteen paces ahead of me when the ground opened up under them. They tumbled downward, and in the blink of an eye they were gone." Vinmar silently looked away as the dwarf paused to collect himself. Durgen was quiet for a long while. "Curnen and I couldn't do a thing to save them. We sat there in shock, knowin' we were probably next. I looked around and couldn't believe how everything was bein' ripped apart like that. A family of halflings was runnin' toward us, and I saw their little girl trip as a crack opened up beneath her. She started slippin' away, screaming out for her mama." "Gods!" Vinmar exclaimed. "Did her parents help her?" "They each had a child in their arms already. They couldn't do anythin' without puttin' another child at risk. Without even thinkin' I grabbed Curnen's arm and charged toward that little girl. I yelled at my brother to hang onto my ankles so I could scoot forward and grab her. I got hold of her little hands and pulled her up, then we ran westward with that family to find safer ground." "What became of the village?" Vinmar asked. "I turned around to look. There was no trace; not one house or buildin' stood. The earth had ripped open and made a small canyon where that family's house had been. Over the days we spent travelin' toward Qeynos, we saw even more destruction. Bridges had collapsed, roads were torn up, and many lives were lost. That was only the start of it. Soon it happened again, then again, and again, with more devastation comin' at a quicker pace. The seas went wild and became impassable. The wind brought fires one day and storms the next. Priests prayed for the elemental gods to come back and restore balance, but there was no answer. They keep on prayin', and nothin' comes of it. Norrath is still tearin' itself apart." "You were a hero, saving the little girl like that." "Bah, some hero," Durgen scoffed. "I couldn't save my own brothers. Nothin' we did mattered." "That's not true," a small voice responded. Vinmar and the dwarf turned to see the barmaid, a pretty halfling woman standing nearby. "What you did mattered a lot to my family, and especially to me. I was the little girl you rescued that day, and I've always wanted to meet the brave dwarf who risked his life to save mine." The young man smiled. "See, you are a hero!" he said to Durgen. "No," the dwarf replied. "I'm just a retired thief who spends too much time in bars. Look for heroes elsewhere, boy." "Nonsense," the halfling declared. "Heroes arise when they're needed. Whatever you did before, that day you proved yourself. And I'll always be grateful." She climbed up onto the barstool next to Durgen and leaned close to him, kissing the dwarf's nose. Beneath his hairy features, he almost seemed to blush. "A round of drinks then," Vinmar told the barkeep. "A toast to Durgen!" "A toast to my brothers," the dwarf added. "To all of those who have been lost," said the halfling. The three of them nodded and drank in silence, grateful for the things that still endured.

Chapter 9 The Battle of Defiance The pendant glowed like blue fire around his neck as the ranger called lightning down from the sky, striking the throngs of orcs and ogres. He fired arrow after arrow into their ranks, felling one after another of the cruel beasts. But he knew it wasn't enough. The army of Qeynos was vastly outnumbered. Though storms raged above them, the Rallosian legions were drawing closer. Giants from the east uprooted boulders and used them as weapons, hurling them against the city walls. It seemed certain the gates would soon be breached, and then all would be lost. The ranger signaled for his archers to fire at the giants, but the massive brutes were difficult to take down. And the orcs... the orcs were everywhere. "For Qeynos!" shouted the ranger, and his troops cheered. They fight bravely, he thought to himself. "For nothing!" replied a loud, hissing voice from the center of the Rallosian ranks. The ranger looked up. The wall of giants parted, and there, above the orcs and ogres, towered a being that seemed to be made of fire itself. Niffet drew close to his leader. "What is that creature?" "The Avatar of Flame," the ranger replied. "The chosen of Solusek Ro." "Oh. Well, I have no doubt you can defeat it," that halfling announced, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. The ranger drew his swords. "Keep taking down the giants. The city gates must hold." He began slashing through the mass of orcs, making his way toward the being of fire. "The Militia is falling back, General. Freeport will soon be ours." Urduuk smiled. "As I told you it would, Ignara. I will have Lucan's head on a pike by nightfall." The ogre surveyed the battlefield. His troops swarmed everywhere, overpowering the city's defenses in both number and ferocity. "Beautiful," he muttered. "Indeed it is," a familiar voice replied. Urduuk turned to face the massive being. "Avatar!" he exclaimed. Have you come to witness my victory?" "You have done well, Urduuk. This chaos is extraordinary. I look forward to your army decimating the other continents as well." "This is only the beginning, I assure you. When Antonica is cleansed, we move to Faydwer and--" "General!" Ignara shouted. "We are being attacked on our southern flank!" Urduuk looked toward the desert. A small but powerful force was cutting into his ranks, striking at the Rallosians with considerable power. "The cursed monks have joined the fray," he muttered angrily. "Why weren't they eliminated already?" The avatar asked. "The servant of the Tranquil will be imparting them a strength your oafish legions do not possess." "I ordered them to be destroyed, but my incompetent lieutenant betrayed me! I will show her the price of failure!" Urduuk drew his sword and advanced toward Ignara. "Wait, General!" Ignara cried. "Something else approaches from the south!" Urduuk turned. A thick cloud rolled rapidly across the sands, darkening the sky with a dense green haze. "What have you done, Urduuk?" the avatar asked him. "What did you do to unleash this madness?" The cloud was moving quickly toward the Rallosians. As it reached the edge of the army's ranks, the ogres it touched fell lifelessly to the ground. The general watched them gasping for air one moment and twitching on the ground the next. "My steed!" Urduuk ordered. "The son of Zek must live to fight another day. Bring me my steed!" But no one was left to obey. The mist encircled the general, killing all those around him. Ignara struggled to breathe, reaching out to her leader. Finally even she collapsed. "Fool!" the avatar shouted at Urduuk. "It is you who brought this fate onto your own people! The orcs are my only hope now. I will deal with the monks myself." The massive figure marched toward the center of the orc army. The mist coalesced around Urduuk, leaving him no escape. He swung his sword at the green cloud, but there was nothing solid for him to hit. Defiler! it whispered to him. The time has come to pay for your crimes. "What... what are you?" Urduuk stammered. I am the voice of the one you betrayed. Your pride has brought your people to their downfall, just as it was in ancient days. But this time, retribution shall be mine. "I betrayed no one!" he shouted back, swinging his sword wildly. Liar! Fear could have been your ally. Instead you entered its temple and enslaved its children. Your insolence shall be the death of your people. But your soul, defiler, will know Fear for all eternity! "No!" he screamed, but there was no reply. The green mist enveloped him, seeping into Urduuk's lungs and stealing his breath. All around him the general could see his fallen soldiers, the lost remnants of his once unstoppable army. The mist pulled at him, lifting him into the air. Below, Urduuk saw his own body crumpled on the sand. He tried to cry out, but had no voice. The mist carried him southward toward the darkness that lingered hungrily. The defenders of Qeynos cheered as the mist receded, leaving the bodies of the ogres strewn across the grassland. Aimara felled another orc and called out to her husband. "That cloud did half our work for us, Murbeck. Now all we've left to do is wipe out the orcs, giants, and goblins!" "Child's play for a Halasian!" shouted Murbeck. "We'll finish these beasts up in no time." She laughed and swung her sword again. She relished the battle, but knew the odds were still slim. The orcs were off-balance and confused, but they still held the advantage in numbers. Soon they would realize this fact and resume their advance. Aimara looked across the field of battle. The Avatar of Flame towered above the orcs, rallying the Rallosian forces and directing the giants to hold their ground. The avatar waved its hand, and suddenly a line of gnolls covered in flame charged toward the Qeynosians. "By the Tribunal!" Murbeck shouted. "That beast set those pitiful gnolls on fire to use them as living weapons!" The gnolls yelped in pain as they charged madly into the defenders' ranks. The tactic had its desired effect as the army of Qeynos began to fall back. "Enough!" cried a booming voice, louder even than the thunder. "You will pay for what you have done to the children of Brell!" The battle grew still for a moment. The voice seemed to come from the ground itself, as if every rock had suddenly been given a voice. "Who dares speak to me this way?" hissed the Avatar of Flame. "The one who will make you pay for looting the dens of Brell's creations!" answered the voice. "In your hunger for power you sought to consume the entire world, but now it is you who will be devoured!" The earth shook violently and tore open huge chasms beneath the feet of the Rallosian army. The orcs screamed as they fell, their cries muffled as the fissures sealed up and buried them alive. Orc after orc was swallowed by the angry earth. "No!" hissed the Avatar of Flame as its remaining forces began to scatter and flee. "Hold your ground, I command you!" The ranger signaled to the knights waiting upon a nearby ridge. They charged down and circled the flaming creature. "Now," said the ranger, "we finish this." "So you think the Avatar of Below has turned the tide, monk? I will show you that the power of Zek cannot be denied!" The monk circled the massive being, fists clenched. "It was the pride and ignorance of your own armies that led to their downfall. Urduuk defiled the Temple of Cazic-Thule and made an enemy of the Avatar of Fear, while the enslavement of the gnolls caused Brell's avatar to strike back at the orcs. Now all that remains is to put an end to you." "Fool! You cannot best me in battle!" The avatar drew his flaming sword. "If all else fails, I will at least have the pleasure of grinding you to dust." The monk leapt into the air and struck first, kicking the Avatar of War and knocking him back. The avatar swung his sword but missed, leaving him open for a series of punches. The avatars clashed, striking at each other with the power of their opposing planes. The ground on which they fought began to rise, forming a plateau beneath them. On the flatlands below, the Ashen Order and the Knights of Truth fought the remnants of the Rallosian forces. The Freeport Militia drove the orcs away from the city walls and advanced upon the site of the battle, a helmeted figure in dark armor leading them forward. The knights slashed at the fiery creature with their swords while the ranger called down winds and storms against it. The avatar was weakening, but it still struck with deadly fury. The ranger looked around. Most of the remaining orcs were fleeing northward, though a few pockets of resistance held out against the Qeynosians. He could see a fierce battle going on between a group of barbarians and some of the stronger orcs. "Yield to me, knights!" hissed the avatar. "I will share all the truths that the ranger is keeping from you!" "Enough of your lies!" cried the leader of the knights. "Back to the abyss from whence you came!" He drove his sword deep into the center of the avatar's chest. The creature crumpled to the ground, flames sputtering as its essence began to fade. "Fools!" it hissed weakly. "Your victory means nothing. The people of Norrath have not yet begun to suffer!" The avatar collapsed into a smoldering pile of ash. The ranger touched the pendant at his neck and calmed the storms overhead. "What did it mean?" asked the leader of the knights. "What suffering is yet to come?" The ranger didn't reply. He drew his sword, the blade inlaid with ancient runes. He offered it to the knight. "For your service, I give you Maelstrom, Blade of Storms. It will serve you well." The ranger turned and walked slowly toward the gates of Qeynos, stepping carefully over the bodies of the fallen that lay all around him. The monk unleashed all his fury on the avatar, striking him down with a final blow. The Avatar of War slumped to the ground, defeated. The monk knelt on the ground to recover and heal his wounds. An armored rider on a black horse reached the top of the summit and dismounted. He walked to the body of the fallen avatar and lifted the sword from its lifeless hand. The blade burned with unholy fire as the dark knight held it aloft. "D'Lere!" the monk called out. "That sword doesn't belong to you." The Overlord removed his helmet to reveal a scarred, smirking face. "Of course it does, fool," he replied. "Soulfire is now where it was always meant to be. I thank you for bringing it to me, and for delivering the true enemies of Freeport to justice." "True enemies? What do you--" Lucan walked to the edge of the plateau and faced the army below. "Citizens of Freeport," he called out in a booming voice that carried across the battlefield, "your Overlord has brought you victory this day! Now is the time to bring justice to the criminals who have returned to our lands! Turn your swords against the Knights of Truth and the Priests of Marr and let none of them escape!" "Are you insane?" the monk asked angrily. "You have a chance to wipe out the rest of the orcs, but you'd rather feed your petty desire for revenge?" Lucan laughed as he donned his helm again. He climbed atop the black steed and pointed the edge of Soulfire toward the monk. "Be grateful I let you live, Avatar. Don't think I have forgotten our history. I suggest you return to the desert and show your face in my kingdom no more." He turned the horse and rode down the side of the plateau. The monk stood wearily. "It never changes," he told himself. He clenched his fist and hoped he wasn't too late to aid the followers of Marr who had risked their lives by trusting him. The ranger wandered the battlefield looking for survivors. There were so many fallen, so many who had lost everything for this cause. He saw a barbarian kneeling on the ground, her face stained with dirt and tears. She cradled the fallen man in her arms, rocking him gently back and forth. His armor was cracked by arrows that stuck out from his lifeless chest. "Are you injured, milady?" The ranger asked softly. The barbarian looked up at him. "Murbeck chased after the orcs, even though I told him we'd already beaten them. He didn't notice the archers taking aim. He never saw the arrows coming." She dropped her head and sobbed. The ranger looked down. He had no solace to give, no answer for her pain. He knew that soon he would leave this realm, and that it would be left to mortals like her to prepare for what was to come. "You fought well, my husband," she whispered to him. "You died as a Halasian, and one day your name will be sung in the great halls of our people. You will never be forgotten." The ranger swallowed hard and turned away, leaving the barbarian to her sorrow. The price was too high, he thought to himself. And this was only the beginning.

Gathering Storms Urduuk stood atop the crest of the hill and gazed out across the grasslands to the south. The scattered orc villages that dotted the landscape were completely obscured by the legions of ogres and orcs that made up the Rallosian Army. As far as his eye could see were soldiers awaiting his command. This pleased him. "They are ready, Lieutenant Ignara. Tomorrow we begin the march across the sands that lead us to Freeport. And when we arrive, we will burn it to the ground." "Aye, General," she replied. "Spies sent by the Rujarkian Orcs tell us that Freeport is ill prepared for our arrival and will fall quickly. Still, I think it unlikely that Lucan knows nothing of our army's approach. He may be baiting a trap." "Ridiculous!" Urduuk growled through bared teeth. "D'Lere is a fool, and his city will crumble as easily as Gukta did. I will defile his throne just as I desecrated the Temple of Cazic-Thule. Rallos Zek has ordained our victory and promised this world to me. I will rule over the ashes of Norrath until my father returns." "Your... father?" she asked hesitantly. "Of course. I am the son and heir of Zek, given the unholy blade Vel'Arek as a symbol of my power. Do you doubt my lineage and birthright, Ignara?" Urduuk drew the sword and locked his burning eyes on hers. Ignara watched him breathlessly. She knew what fate befell those who disagreed with Urduuk. "I have no doubt, my lord and master," she said, bowing her head. "You are the true son of Zek." He gripped the dark blade tightly in his hand. She believed he might swing it at any moment, leaving her head on display to show how he rewarded those who failed him. Instead, he sheathed the sword. "Order the troops to camp. We leave at first light and make our way across the Desert of Ro." "By your order, General," she replied. "Do we march on T'Narev?" "No," Urduuk replied. "Laying siege to the Ashen Order's mountain fortress would be a waste of time and resources. Let the Rujarkians take them when Freeport smolders in ruins." Ignara dared not question him again, even if she thought it unwise to ignore the threat posed by the monks. "It will be as you command, my lord." She saluted and headed down the hill. Urduuk surveyed his army again. He knew the others in the west were ready as well. "Mine," he told himself. "Soon it will all be mine." "They're coming!" Niffet cried as he approached the gates. "They're coming!" His horse was still at a gallop as he rode in, but the halfling pulled hard at the reigns to bring her to a quick stop. He jumped off the horse's back and yelled again. "The Rallosians are coming!" The city guards circled him. "Identify yourself!" the captain ordered. "I am Niffet of Surefall, commanded to stand watch over the plains. I was ordered to bring word when the armies of darkness approached." "Ordered by whom?" the captain asked. "By me," a voice replied. The captain turned and saw the ranger standing before him. He was dressed in dark green chain mail, a longbow of ornate wood slung on his back. The buckle on his belt bore the symbol of the Rainkeeper. "Avatar," Niffet said, kneeling, "it has come to pass, just as you said it would." "Arise, Niffet," the ranger said. "Tell me what you saw." The halfling stood. "I was camped in one of the old guard towers, watching. I saw dark shapes lurking on the horizon. It was as if the mountains themselves were drawing closer, but it was not mountains. It was a wall of giants coming from the east, and from the south came ogres with their gnoll slaves. There were so many, so very many." "You have done well. My watchers to the north have informed me that the orcs control Blackburrow and are starting to come through. The Rallosians have begun their march toward Qeynos." The guard captain nodded. "Lord Bayle told us you would come to lead us, Avatar. Our forces stand ready to defend the city." "Good," said the ranger. "Seal the gates and put all your troops on alert. I will attempt to give us some more time." "How?" asked the captain. The ranger reached up and took hold of a pendant around his neck. He whispered an incantation and the blue gem began to glow. In the distance, thunder rumbled across the plains. "The storms will slow them down, but not for long. We must prepare." "Seal the gate!" ordered the captain. The giant doors of wood and steel began to slowly draw closed. The captain turned and gave instructions to his men. "There were so many of them, Avatar," Niffet said to the ranger. "How can we hold them back?" The ranger said nothing, listening as the thunder drew nearer. Betrayed! it hissed. Betrayed! It stirred in the darkness, locked away for so long. Shapeless. Lingering. Cold. Alone. You have forgotten. You shall be made to remember. You will be taught just like the others who harmed his children. The ritual was complete. The gift was unsealed. The lesson was coming. Defiler! You will know Fear until the end of time! It seeped out. Billowing. Rolling. Moving. Growing. His gift will find you. His gift will find you all. The green cloud arose in the temple's stale air. It moved through the corridors, slowly at first, then faster. It would touch the first of them soon. Betrayed! it hissed again. But now you will learn. It would have smiled, if only it had a face.

The Burning Snow Do not turn around, she told herself. Do not look back. But of course, she did. Through the thick haze of falling snow she could make out the battle raging behind them. She saw Halas ablaze, her people bravely defending their city against the onslaught of the snow orcs. Every instinct demanded that she turn back and aid her kinsmen, but she knew this was important. This is where her duty lay, not dying on the field of battle. So she kept walking. "Aimara, we must return and fight for the city," the husky barbarian said to her. "It isn't right to abandon our home to those monsters." "Shut up, Murbeck," she said coldly. He bared his teeth at her. "Do not speak to me that way, woman! I say we go back and die with glory instead of fleeing like rats from a sinking ship!" She spun around and punched him hard in the stomach, then again across the chin. Murbeck fell back into the snow. "Listen to me!" she said to him, loud enough for the others to hear. "I want to fight for the city as much as you. But we have been ordered to guide the children and the old ones to safety, and by the gods that is what we will do! If you are so eager for your blood to adorn the snow, Murbeck, just tell me and I will be happy to oblige you here and now." Murbeck rose slowly, holding his stomach. He bowed his head. "I will carry out my duty, Aimara." She walked up to him and brushed the snow from his armor. "Good," she told him, "for I will have need of your strength very soon. We must pass through Blackburrow, where all our swords will be tested. Now, go to the back and make sure everyone is keeping up." He nodded and walked toward the rear of the group. Aimara surveyed her band of refugees. There were hundreds of them, mostly too old, too young, or too sick to stay behind and fight. She had been given dangerously few soldiers to escort all of them to Qeynos. The heavy snowfall was a blessing, for it both concealed their exodus and covered their tracks behind them, but it also made travel difficult for the weak ones. She signaled for them to move forward once again. Aimara led them through the narrow crags she had learned so well as a young girl. Those were happier times. "If one of them sounds the alarm, we're all dead," Murbeck whispered. Aimara nodded. She signaled to the archers on the rocks above them. The arrows sailed silently through the cold air, piercing the necks of the gnolls guarding the mouth of the tunnel. They whimpered slightly as they fell. "We don't have much time. There are more within. Move!" Aimara charged forward into the cave, flanked by Murbeck and a dozen of the other warriors. It was dark, but they could see a campfire ahead. She ran toward it, suppressing a fierce desire to yell out a Halasian battle cry. The gnolls looked up and saw them coming, but they could barely draw their weapons before the barbarians were upon them. The fight was swift and violent. Murbeck seemed pleased, but Aimara knew the element of surprise would not give them the advantage much longer. "Signal the others to come into the cave but to stay well behind us. We move forward." The soldiers crept carefully down the rocky passageways. Though she had passed through this place many times, it was easy to become confused by the twists and turns. She knew they'd soon be out in the open where there would be no more hiding. Aimara turned a corner and there, directly in front of her, stood a young gnoll guard. It seemed as startled to see her as she was to see it, and they both paused for what seemed like an eternity. She moved first, raising her sword and swinging. But before the blow could land, the gnoll reared back its head and let loose a loud howl. The gnoll was silent as he slumped to the ground, but she knew the damage had been done. "Be ready!" she hissed back at the others. "Here they come!" They guided the last of the civilians out of the crude maw of rock that marked the entrance to Blackburrow from Qeynos Hills. The battle had been fierce, and too many of them had fallen. But there was no time to mourn the dead. "We head south," she said somberly. "The city lies ahead." It was warmer here, but the fur of her armor felt too comforting to abandon. Besides, she intended to make use of it again, when she returned to her homeland to teach a lesson to the beasts that dared defile the Northlands. As they marched, Murbeck walked beside her. His eyes stared forward as he spoke. "You led us well, Aimara. I regret defying you the day we left. It was not right." She smiled as she put her arm around him and hugged him tightly. "It is no matter, my husband. You only wanted to do what was in all our hearts. But our people are better served by warning Qeynos of what is coming, for you know as well as I that the orcs will not stop at Halas. And besides, who better to teach these puny humans how to defend their borders than the children of the north, eh?" He smirked. "It is so warm here. I miss the snow already." "As do I, love, so very much." They crossed the grassy hills and made their way toward Qeynos. She thought about the savagery of the orcs' attack and wondered if even this city could withstand such an assault. In her mind she saw Halas burning, and she shivered.

i would like to see someone at least use it.... its your choice sorry i put it in JPG

well its plain to see you all you have to do is draw a grim reaper put it on a copier and then take the drawing and add to paint and then add text

a rune hatchet(axe) resting on a drag med to the left side if ya can put a cut down tree beside it no text needed

umm bumpage people

well i dont normally do this but i made a sig and i would like to sell it because i have no use for it i can change all font and can change some of the colors possible from saro to zammy or guthix and fonts can change back ground but im to lazy to add anything to the back ground sept a few clouds if ya want also if ya think i ripped ya sig you are wrong so dont even think about it my ideas are 100% original

well i guess ill take one... Brooce what ever you feel good with black and/or red

well i didnt a very good job but there they are

i was fighting hell hounds and it got really laggy for some reason my char turns around and starts attack the hound that was on but... i was still turned around! heres a pic of me shootin it

There once was a girl from Antarctica who loved to explore the discount store in the penguin's backyard for some new socks and shoes but she had no money on her so she decided it would make sense to rob the bank. After thinking about it she decided to get some mischief powder to instead make the people eat food and not to watch the bank. The Haunted bank was built by a old man who glanced very quickly at the wris[bleep]ch he wore on his head... The bank was going to be styled, architecturally, like the Leaning Tower which fell onto a river of hot, boiling fudge. Well, she decided to cross the boiling river, she noticed something. It was a strange man standing in the boiling with a knife to smear some jelly on andrew grower. For some reason he liked it. He then ate my cousin, and I had to beat up Andrew. Then killed paul. However, my pants caught fire and boom went the toilet I then saw cheese flying through my bedroom window with someone riding a pink tricycle with training wheels and a large object floating in his pocket. Then a crusty wrench was dropped from the Twin Towers, which don't exist any more. Then a hot grabbed the wrench and she said "I will eat this like bacon". So she ate some cheese instead. Much to the dislike of her one-armed father who ate children. Thus her father hopped in his batmobile and drove into a wall of demon pigs that had green, rotten, smelly breathes. But suddenly from the top of the father's head, a three word, three d monkey said, "I will poke my s with a chopstick". The monkey jumped out onto the skateboard of his hairy toe. Suddenly, the chainsaw in the devious pub, started magically and began with its tremendous roar to scare the villagers. The antarctic went to the pub to save the moldy cheese that was kept in a lockbox. Then she realized she was bisexual and she yelled: "I want clinton!". She gasped as the toxic fumes tried to choke the smelly monkey, herself and her pet decided to die right there. The said "Oh, yes, I would like some new friends because I always thought that cooking is really really dumb". And after a run in with her nonexistent brother, she did some plastic surgery on her little, inflatable, round, and large unibrow that was growing very rapidly at around 0.0005miles/hour. But the surgery ended up being too expensive, so she died. Then the surgeon felt guilty, so he decided to stab her lifeless body. But he ended up making a bigpile of poopy which he later flung at neighbors general area while walking alight. However, once she saw this akward looking little boy who had a broken head and so she decided to go to the hospital to get a smelly blender! Being poopy, the infamous hotdog ronald ate her burger and then puked on her. Meanwhile in antarctica, the icecream man was flying in his Porsche to his ulgy momma whom everybody thought was really hot! When he arrived, 80 chinese kids were eating some really stinky crap made from snot that a dog had stolen from an old lady who looked like an old shoe. Suddenly, a massive quagmire appeared in Los Angeles, California and Texas. The quagmire was large and very stinky like frog guts and re-fried beans. While this happened, Bobby ate some good pie and drank some camelblood. Until suddenly, he was ambushed by an army of evil monkeys that threw poo on the ground, then ate it. Meanwhile, Superman flew off to rescue some fat jellyfish that Catwoman had stolen from the volcano of turd which was created by the big monkey-donkey-horse. The fat jellyfish found Antarctican-girl and they fell through the cold window of her midget friends potato and together they saved the world from the evil green foot fungus who was very small with spots on his eyes. An orange cheese covererd with fungus is very smelly and very dirty! The orange cheese came straight from hot fiery heck. "Oh my lord!", yelped the little remote control when she poked it with a random stick of wisdom. Out of nowhere, a rabbit appeared, with ninja turtles, and spiderman alone who bit george. Then -spiderman killed himself-, a desparate depressed guy wanted to become a real boy so he could eat strawberry pie, because apple pie was colored like cake in jelly. On another note, the president of communist Duck World was a republican who had a wife that ate 80 chinese kids, who had MSG. This is because his mum got brain cancer from drinking the evil smelly fart potion while listening to Zezima's loser life-story. This caused a N00B-fest straight from Varrock world one after Delrith came, eating genetically modified frogs with smelly butts which stank like a cabbage mixed with tomato and smelly armpits with no friends. Nobody expected to dance in this vile rat infested son of a mother and father with Jerry Lewis. But when everyone jumped on the cart of the furious horse tamer who thought that he was cool, he turned and said to the little girl. "Why must you torment me, because I hate my self and you? Thats ok I like being a transgendered she said. Then she bit me. Then i pushed her into a smelly butt of a fat ogre. My grandma said "I need help with my underpants because they're pretty and bright pink". In the meanwhile, somewhere else on the blue oysterbar, a magical muffin was eating a genatically manipulated spider, but got poisoned! So the muffin got antidote from a wizard named FatJoe, but was tricked by the evil muffin lord of Evil Pastry Lane. "I want to eat the muffin", said the Muffin. So the Muffin ate himself / herself because he was a very hungry and cannibalistic muffin. Having watched this, i just know I had to watch it all through my binoculars which smelled like bobble head dolls with a touch of lavender oil-covered antisocial butterflys with the lack of respect for the king of france and his queen which is dumb and useless and also a lawyer who no one ever known as much sillyness.she got naked, then she started taking pictures of birds in the trees with a camera that cost her twenty dollars at Subway Eat Fresh. But then she lost it and

can you say... One time at band camp...

LOVED IT!!!!! wheres #2

very nice but its too big for the forums max is 300x150x 30k bytes

well el bumpo again and thx for the advice i need people to give me some requests remember they are free so i can do lots of stuff with it learning new stuff everytime i get on so people POST WHAT U WANT plz