ForsakenMage

idpup and Demoris. Sorry Magical Food. :(

IDPUP: The second one looks really nice. :D But I have to admit I like Demoris' better, even though it wasn't exactly what I was aiming for. :oops: Sorry!!! :( I dunno if it's possible but maybe if you two could somehow combine the two together... Probably asking too much there, and yea, I'll be willing to pay both of you for your work. :oops: Reason why I'm really focusing for the water theme stuff is because my dad's kinda nagging me to try to get around water themes because of some really complicated stuff that I have yet to explain (other than feng shui stuff lol). >.<

Um *Bump*. :oops: Just to give you guys an idea what I'm using now: North Star Done on Adobe PS Elements but yea... Lol... :oops: Kinda explains why I need the change. :lol:

:oops: I'm willing to wait. Sorry I'm so picky. >.

:oops: Eep sorry, but I"m trying to avoid swirls... don't want to get dizzy when working late at night. :oops:

:? I got frustrated after going through 50+ pages (each displaying 24). :oops: Dang, after all that, you expect us to have a chance lol? ^_^' Sure why not? :wink: I have faith in you guys. :) Otherwise I wouldn't have posted here. :oops:

:? I got frustrated after going through 50+ pages (each displaying 24). :oops:

:? Like the title says. I can't seem to get anything good down using Terragen so there goes the landscape idea, couldn't get anything using Photoshop, so there goes the abstract. Tried looking for some wallpaper... Couldn't find out that suited me at all lol. :shock: It's like I like one bit of it... but something in it makes it eep. :oops: If someone could please make me a wallpaper, I'd greatly appreciate it. If it's possible to do something with a water and space theme mixed that'd be great, or something kinda magic related.. I dunno.. something along those lines? And yes I'm willing to pay up to 250k for it so yea.... ^_^'' Thank you very much! *Goes hide again, very embarassed.* Erm note: I use screen resolution of 1024 x 768. :oops:

Aww they're so cute and pretty! :D

Sorry lol some stuff came up. :lol: Adding now.... ~~~~~~~~~~ Aming sighed a little as she began to make her way towards the Dwarven leaders, a grim look set on her face. The previous event nights before had left her with bad dreams, visions now and again, of pure horror and evil. She shivered, half glad and half disappointed she didn't see the face of her attacker. The dwarven men were busily smithing weapons and armour for the warriors on makeshift anvils and worktables. Others were hurriedly running supplies of bars and ores from the underground mines of Edgeville/Varrock. Some were preparing for battle, donning their helmets and axes and leather armour. She approached one dwarf, who appeared to be resting in the meantime, busily eatting a kebab and drinking some ale. "Excuse me, sir, but could you direct me to one of the leaders of your clan?" The dwarf looked at her skeptically before saying drunkenly, "Ah! Yoos be look fer Balwin Axebreaker, yesh?" "If he is the leader, yes, is there any way I can speak with him?" "Yoos might find him wiv Council of Elders. Der ova there, but dun disturb dem! Day might be bizy!" he replied, waving his beer glass towards the southeastern side of the village. Aming nodded. "Very well, thank you. I'll be sure to approach them when they are not as busy." "'Ave a good 'un, matey!" Aming walked away from the dwarf, cringing a little when the pain came back to her side where the shadow had struck her, the grim reminder of that burning night. She stopped when the pain grew worse and rested most of her weight on her staff until it went away. What in the name of Saradomin... She cringed again as the pain came back at her at the thought of the god of pure goodness. Was this some sort of warning from the evil Zamarok? Surely he wouldn't want to play such havok on this land... Would he? She swallowed a lump in her throat as the pain went away and she quickly made her way towards the direction of the Council. She noticed a group sitting around a fire, quietly discussing things among themselves, and thought it wise to stand back for now until one of them acknowledged her presence. ~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry for the short post... I have MAJOR writer's block. :(

Okay hopefully I didn't miss anything..... :? Guys, please, if there was an inappropriate name you saw, report it, don't say it here, even those that already have had some sort of action taken towards them (whether it be a ban because of their name or because of something else). The No Naming Names rule does still exist. :-? Carry on.

Sure thing lol. Okay.. I guess I better write my part lol. :oops: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aming sighed as she sat down in front of a small campfire on a log, watching the children of the village played nearby under the watchful eye of the mothers. Not too far away, some of the men sat huddled together, discussing the current situation. It had been a long, hard battle earlier in the afternoon, and with the Dwarves now taking refuge, supplies were rapidly growing scarce. Flash! Lightning danced across the skies and soon thunder rumbled. The children screamed in fear and the villagers rushed for shelter. Aming felt the hairs on her back stand on one end as she stood up and quickly ushered some of the children back into their homes. Minutes later, she found Aleksandar standing under the awning of a home, his face towards the vast ocean south of the village. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "How's the regiment holding up for you?" "Good, better than expected." There's still hope that we might just make it... But why do I get this feeling this is only a test and not the real battle? "I'm glad to hear." She moved her hand away from his shoulder and gazed in the direction Aleksandar was facing. From afar she could hear the ocean waters crash upon the shore loudly, roaring above the sound of the storm. She cringed at the barely visible smoke from the Black Knight camps over the wall, wishing the terror would end. Suddenly, there was a loud cry of alarm as the air was suddenly filled with flaming arrows from behind the wall. Aming gave out a short gasp as the arrows continued to fly, some knocked off path by the winds, but still landing too close for comfort. "Get a bucket brigade ready!" she shouted as the villagers scattered about, trying to figure out what was going on. "Aleksandar, please command one of the regiments to fire back over the wall. It's a blind shot, but we're going to have to try!" she said as she then quickly sprinted off towards one of the ladders leading to the top of the wall. Aleksandar knew there was trouble. The smell of burning arrows and hot metal, the whistle of them streaking through the air were enough to tell him that the situation had grown into more than just swordplay. He hurried towards the sound of men getting their armour on and gave out the orders. "All those well-trained in archery! I need you all to take up your bows and arrows. We're going to fight fire with fire!" Meanwhile Aming ducked low on the wall to avoid being seen by the knights to see what was the situation. What she saw horrified her. Not only were there battalions of Black Knights, but Dark Wizards and Necromancers as well. She quickly scrambled back down the ladder, then heard a voice almost right next to her. She looked to her right and uttered a sharp gasp when she found a reaper-like figure floating besides her. "Try as you might to save this kingdom. But you will not succeed!" At the flash of lightning, there was the gleam of a scythe. Another flash and Aming felt a hot searing pain down her side as she let go of the ladder and fell the last twenty feet to the ground. She landed hard on her side in the saturated ground, nearly knocked senseless. Wincing, she summoned for her staff and struggled up, blood soaking her robes. What was that...? Before she could even take a few steps back to the village, she fell again on her stomach, and darkness quickly enveloped her sight.

I dunno, I've had some pretty strange experiences. Recently I moved out of my old room into a new one. Woke up during the night and felt like something was sitting on my chest and stomach. Couldn't move at all. Reminded me of a sitting ghost. :? Another time would be a few years back. I was in the kitchen with my parents and I was washing the dishes. The water was boiling, only I couldn't turn it off so I asked if someone could turn the stove off... But after asking I looked at the stove again... It was off. :shock: Hard to say really for me.

Awww!!! It's sooo cute!!!! :D

"As a matter of fact, I haven't seen anything recently. But I don't miss a target. Are you friend or enemy? I do not wish to meddle. I came here with hopes to purchase one of the very rare ancient bows of the gods that were excavated in Varrock not too long ago. I'm sure you've heard of them, quite the topic for gossip they were a few months back. Do you know where I could hope to find one. However, I don't feel that I will be purchasing a bow, somehow I feel the bow was almost a bait to bring me to the aid of our land. Something big is going on. Something very big." Aming turned around to get a better look at Aleksandar, frowning at his bow and arrow. Her hand thought to move her staff, but then remained still, knowing the arrow may very well kill her before she could utter a spell. "You would not be purchasing a bow anytime soon, I'm afraid. There has been much disaster in the recent state of events. I kindly ask you to lower your weapon lest you desire to kill me and stain the soil untouched by war under me with my blood before I tell you what I have to say that may very well bear great importance to you." She calmly turned away and sat down on a crate not to far from a burning fire that some of the knights have started. Aleksandar looked around the area for a moment, then lowered his bow and arrow. Aming looked towards his general direction and motioned him to sit down on another crate not too far away. "My story is this: I have been wandering this land for some time, mainly the vast Wilderness far north of here, to learn of people's ways of living and gain some knowledge in various forms of magic. It was by chance I happened to reach the Black Knights Fortress near the edge of the Wilderness. I overheard their rather loud meeting from the outside under a window. It seems they plan to take over the Kingdom of Asgarnia. Already they have destroyed Falador as you may have seen, and have full intentions of possibly attacking Port Sarim and the quiet village of Rhimmington. Creatures and humans alike have fled into other areas for safety it would seem." She glanced over at the commander of the White Knight battalion, who gazed into the fire, still shell-shocked. "This one battalion was lucky enough to escape and find safety here." Aleksandar nodded a little. "I have seen the damage Falador has suffered, and what is worse looters and criminals now plague the once prided city of the kingdom." Aming nodded in return before standing up. "I must check on the survivors of the attack I have brought here to see that they're all right. In the meantime, I suggest you rest. I'm afraid you may find yourself unwillingly in the defense of this village before the night is over."

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:? The lighting bothers me some because it makes the mountain/range/etc appear to be just pasted on there, but other than that great job for a first. ;) 7/10 EDIT: Oops just realized that was a reflection. :lol:

:wink: Just give it time for people to read. Took me a while to read it too and I'm a fairly fast reader in real life. :oops: It's a well-written story. Your descriptions provide a very vivid image. Hope to see more of your work soon! :D

As she approached the ruins of Falador, Aming could only choke back a sob when she found the body of the little girl, the same one that Alduineth had found earlier. Carefully she laid the girl's body out and removed her cloak, covering the body and whispering a prayer to Saradomin to wish the girl's spirit a safe journey to a better place. She stood up and glanced at the smoldering ruins, unsure of what she would find there. As she stepped inside the city limits, the first thing she noticed were the bodies of the two guards that guarded the North gates, mauled. Their dogs howled mournfully, laid down besides their fallen masters. Aming turned away, unable to look at the sight much more. Soon she reached the ruins of the Shield Shop, but there was nothing. Only the foundation and fallen stone. Cassie, the owner, seemed to have disappeared. But judging from the blood stains on the ground, she did not disappear unharmed. To the west was the General Store. But there was no indication of life there either. She put a hand over her eyes to scan the city again, wondering if it was possible if anyone had survived. Finally she reached the Western Branch of the Bank and gave out a sigh of relief to find a few of the bankers there alive. Quickly she reassured them the Black Knights were gone and lead them out. Some screamed in terror at the sight laid out before them. She looked over them silently before speaking up. "I know... But please, if you can, help me find any survivors of this attack... You're very lucky to be alive. Let's hope there are more with such luck." Together to treked towards the White Knight castle, their senses becoming dulled by the smell of smoke and blood. Nothing alive could be found there. Only limbs and a squire's vest were left intact. They moved on to the Eastern Branch of the Bank, where they found two more tellers; the others had perished after refusing to give up what was in the vault. Aming shook her head at the dismal scene as they exited the city through the southern gates. "The Kingdom of Asgarnia is no longer safe... What happened?" she pondered as they made their way towards Draynor Village. There they found a battalion of badly battered White Knights seeking help in the tiny village. She looked over to a few of the villagers and asked them to help the still shocked bankers while she approached the commander. "Sir, if I may be so bold as to speak with you directly, what has happened?" The commander, a balding man with a gray beard shook his head. "I know not, m'lady. One moment we were in the courtyard of the castle preparing a line of defense having heard rumours of a possible attack from the rebels from the east, the next moment the Black Knights were upon us. Such destruction...." He choked on a sob. "My wife... my son..." Aming placed a hand on the weary armoured shoulder of the knight, nodding. "I understand, sir." The knight nodded, then looked up at her questioningly. "M'lady, how did you get here by chance without harm?" Aming told her story of having traveled through the Wilderness, hearing the conversation of the Black Knights in their fortress, then finding the Oracle. "There is a greater evil beyond what it appears to be," she added at the end of her tale. "The Black Knights are only the beginning I'm afraid, if the Oracle's words are true..."

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And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife Choking on a knife His scourging was rife By taking a life Oh no, what has he done? Swallowed a caramel bun With rays like sun The journey has begun!

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 girl 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 nippled monkey said, "I will poke my nipples 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 girl 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

Ow.. was hoping for a female character to join in (don't want to be the only one lol) among the rest of the group but it's okay! :D There appears to be enough to get us started... so... Here goes the plot... ~~~~ Smoke. Fire. The smell of blood and rotting bodies filled the air as troops of Black Knights exited the ruins of Falador. The once highly prided castle of the White Knights was now scorched and bloodstained. Bodies of decapitated knights of both sides lay stewen in the courtyard. Shades emerged from the ground, moaning and wailing. The bankers shivered behind their teller windows, giving up all the treasure they held to the raiders, the storekeeper had fled from his store, the shield shop now empty. The sign hanging at the inn hung by one chain, the kegs empty, the barmaids no where to be seen. Somewhere near Ice Mountain, the Oracle looked in the direction of Falador and shook its head. This was not supposed to happen, the sacking of Falador. Something was surely amiss. Suddenly a shadow fell over it. It turned around, then gave out a strangled cry just as a scythe came down on it... Not too far away at the edge of the Wilderness, Aming Heart pulled out her sword from a fallen skeleton, wiping off a bead of sweat. It had been a tiring journey from the Ice Plateau, escaping from skeletons such as the one she had just slain, ghosts, goblins, and zombies. When she reached the last few yards, she noticed a glowing fire at the Black Knights fortress and a loud chorus of laughter. Quickly she ducked under a window of the fortress and listened closely to the excited chatter. "Men! We have finally brought those wretched White Knights down! Thanks to Zamarok, we shall soon take over the kingdom, and all of this land!" said a gruff voice, assumingly the leader of the knights. "Aye! Those other kingdoms won't stand a chance with their dimwitted guards!" laughed another. "Ah, but remember, my brothers! There's still many skilled warriors out there that wander the land that are of a foreign land! We need them to join our forces. Then, virtually nothing can stop us!" There was another chorus of cheers and laughter before things settled down a bit. Aming quietly scurried away from the fortress, frowning. "Falador destroyed? Impossible.. Yet, why does my heart tell it is true?" She began to make her way through the barren land towards the Ice Mountain, then gasped when she found streaks of blood on one of its sides. "What the...?" Quickly she scaled up the side, only to choked back a cry of surprise when she found the Oracle, still, with a deep gash down the length of its body. She knelt down besides the Oracle, knowing that it was probably too late to save it, then looked at its face and realized that it was whispering something. She knelt closer to listen, then cringed at its words. "Please... stop the evil... Something far more evil than the god Zamarok himself lurks this realm... The Black Knights are only its pawns... Stop it..." The voice faded away and the Oracle fell silent forever. Aming stood up grimly, looking towards the direction of Falador. Trendils of smoke filled in the air above it, and the walls seemed almost nonexistant. How much destruction did this evil cause? "I best gather help," she thought to herself as she clambered off the mountain and began her trek towards the fallen city to seek out the survivors, if any...

I found PS a lot easier to work with than PSP. :? I started off with Photoshop Elements, but even that was more easier to work with that Paintshop. :( Yea, PS Elements is missing a lot of buttons that regular PS has, but it's enough for me to work with. :oops: