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Let us assume they are a group of supernatural human beings, and i'm am not a gibbering moron. On with the story! IronClaw Varrock Library IronClaw wasn't what you would called relaxed. A Twilight mercenary that raked your face into a bloody pulp will do that to anyone. Light was peeping through the dark, the fingers of dawn, whatever petry you liked to use. What he needed was a plan to get to this Twilight. To stun, and destroy it. He would have to do his own spy work. Not that his two spies did much. Expensive and useless. He was in the library to do some reseach. Fuuin may have information, but he wanted more. So he hunted down Reldo amongst the books and shelves. After terrorizing the librarian a bit, he went down to the G section, and took the book, "Govenments - Evil Outsmarted." The word evil caught IronClaw's eye. Without permission, he snatched the book from Reldo's hands, plonked himself onto a table, and started. Searching through the index, he found what he needed. The takeover of Twilight. Flipping to page 36, he was startled to notice the page was ripped in several places. Holes in it. Nevertheless, he began to dechipher what it said. Twilight was an evil force that destroyed - the inventores of a time machi - popular weakness is - Some peopel refere to them as Evil Guthixes. - Known to - has occasionally killed famous warrio - Main goal is profit. Time Machi? Machine more likely. No wonder he had those weird flashbacks. Picking up the book, he headed over to Fuuin's table to arm him with this information.

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IronClaw Varrock Library As some old Oriental git said, fate can be cruel. Same with IronClaw. A sudden twist of events of teaming with The Hero Of Time, who I originally tried to kill, was...well, stupid to him. At this moment, IronClaw was tempted to rip out his Runite claws from his pockets and whack everyone's heads off. No life, no case. "Why the heck I have to work with you scum!?!?!" IronClaw demanded. "Uhm, well, easy one to answer, actually," Fuuin retorted. "The Twilight's force is regaining and we are trying to save this country?" "If the Twilight succeeds, you will have nothing to conquer IronClaw!" Benelovent said. "I want to conquer the world. I want! Not any ordinary stupid force is going to stop me!" IronClaw roared. FLASH! A huge chunk of ice was fired directly at him. He whipped up a Runite shortsword, but was caught in the stomach by the cold projectile. He was sent flying into a bookshelf, which practically exploding on contact. Books toppled on his head, punching his helmet into a dented helmet. The mage was another female. She looked strangly famaliar, like Benelovent. No, it wasn't possible, otherwise he would have put a bounty on her a long time ago. He could hear the librarian groan. "Not again, last week, bonfires, this time, boom? Saradomin save me -" FLASH! "If the Twilight succeeds, you will have nothing to conquer IronClaw!" Benelovent continued. IronClaw was a bit dazed. What the heck had just happened? The pain was still there, on his head. His helmet was still the same though. Checking his body quickly, no rust was seen from the ice. As if it had never happened. Weird. "I'll talk to you later," IronClaw said. He didn't have a clue those simple words had twisted history into a very tight knot. Not to mention the physics of time. He walked out of the Varrock Palace, to do some training over with the hill giants. "And by the way, who the heck is this Maladorf person!?" Ironclaw said. Wilderness, Hill Giants. Six months later. "HYYYYAH!!!!!!!" IronClaw screamed as he raked his claws across a giant's abdomen. It reacted quickly, turning in a clumsy circle and whacking him with the club. IronClaw sticked his claws foward, blocking and effectivly attacking him at the same time. In seconds, the giant was reduced to a writhing and squirming mass of flesh and blood. "Hi, name?" A warrior asked. IronClaw stepped off his giant, walked over to the warrior, and raked his face. He wasn't in the best mood today, after his part of learning of having to team with Fuuin. The warrior screamed. IronClaw screamed. It wasn't because of the claws. A light was poking through the dark sky. It landed on top of the warrior. He stopped screaming, and stared to the wall. He had a dope look on his face, of complete peace. His eyes turned red, but his face remained peaceful. What the heck? He turned, and whipping out his own claws, racked IronClaw in return. He managed to block, but not without injuring his own arm. "It isn't over Twilight!" IronClaw roared as he defended himself from the possessed warrior. "You have my word that you'll go down! My word! IronClaw's word! DIE!" Enraged and empowered by his own anger, he raked the warrior across his chest plate. The claws broke through, piercing the man's flesh. At the same time, the claws also snapped. Not surprising to him. IronClaw could always buy another set of claws when he wanted to, really. "Guthix, stop it with the balance thing." He muttered to himself. He had not realised he just uttered the answer, the thing behind Twilight, the one balanced between evil and good. IronClaw ran and climbed up the ladder as fast as he could. He had to warn Fuuin and his friends, or they would be all possessed. He didn't want to lose his evil status at all.

W00t, this tory is getting twisted. Perfect for my kind of material.

IronClaw Unknown Dungeon Let's get the list down. IronClaw was trampled by a unicorn, burnt to a crisp, been treated with illegal drugs, or more likely, a Deep Sleep potion, as he nicknamed it, tied up, punched in the mouth, and assaulted by a Knock-Out potion. That's quite a lot to handle. The normal human being would have been bleeding hard, and probably dead. But IronClaw wasn't some peasent. He was a warlord, the one-man army, who got attacked by wimps and spells, and in this case, potions. Kuro had managed to secure some magical trackers on them. All evil beings have some sort of inter-connecting force. What one does, others can feel it too, if they want. At this moment, they were doing some research in the library. IronClaw accesed his inner core, meditating for is magical self. In a few moments, he felt calm. He was in control. As his mind warped off to hyperspace, a hole opened up in his mind, showing Fuuin and his friends planning. Falcon was peering into some book...He could barely see the words Twilight on it's cover...Twilight? Something big was gonig on. From his point of view. He couldn't see the TriForce Blade anywhere. Never mind that, it was probably immune to magic anyways. But he his attention shifted towards the situation at hand. Focusing his mind as hard as he could on the image on the library, holding teleporting runes in his hands, IronClaw felt the famaliar yet disgusting and odd feeling rip his soul from his body. In a few moments, his body would appear in the library, and his soul would be forcefully rammed into his body. But that's the price you pay for instant teleportation. Varrock Library As his feet hit the floor, IronClaw winced. Falcon was the first to react, tossing a book towards the source of the noise. It hit him, throwing him off attention, but not feet. "Do not be disturbed, I only wish to ask why you are here," IronClaw started. "From my magic, you seem to be reading a book. If I am correct, it is abotu some dark lord teaming up with that bloody Hero Of Time to get rid of another force, correct?" Fuuin turned around, and replied, "Yes. You know I am the descendant of Link. If my hunch in correct, what is in that book will happen. History will be played out again." Benelovent piped up. "If Link teamed up with some evil guy, could YOU be possibly be his descendent then?" IronClaw reacted, picking up a candle and tossing it full force towards Benelovent. With his quick reflexes, Falcon shot his hand foward, and grabbed the castle out of midair. "Me? Teaming with you? You got to be kiddding me."

Lol....i'll get to work on my next post...but not right now though.

IronClaw Unknown Dungeon. The world was spinning for a bit, reversing other direction...fuzzy spots appeared in his vision...IronClaw's pupils couldn't take it, and he closed his lids. After a few moments, he decided to attempt to get his mouth operational. He refused sitting here doing nothing. IronClaw was an action man. He decided try to his name. "Urrrrnclllwww-" His smashed mouth said. No one could decipher it, including a drunk warrior, never mind himself. He was not going to get out of this easily...out of what? He was tied against the wall, held by what seemed liked hundred of ropes. A unicorn was watching an eye out for him. As his vision started to settle, he could see...three humans...one was female, and had some staff...no, that was wrong...two males... The memory hit him full blast as hard as a whack in the face with a Two-Hander. IronClaw immediatly began to struggle. Without futher thought, the unicorn trotted over and poked his arm. A tingling sensation needled it's way into his arm, until he realised it was actually limp. If his mouth could get him into trouble, maybe it would take him out of it to. He had to find a way to take the TriForce Blade away, and this time, he could plan ahead. The table was directly in front of him... "Ah," Kuro crowed, "You are awake at last." "The point of me being awake?" IronClaw asked. "We've been meaning to do a little interrogation, I think we will do so now. Syrith, throw some light onto his face." Syrith obeyed Kuro, gliding across the floor towards the lantern. He picked off a torch from the wall, and hovered over back to me...hovered? Gliding? I gasped. "You've made him a ghost!" Kuro chuckled, which sent his teeth on edge. "Yes, a ghost. But like every other bad guy, not any normal ghost. Otherwise, he would not have defied your commands. You know clearly enough you are subdued now, so answer my questions." Beside him, Fuuin was still snoring away like a drunken sailor. Benovelent was awake, but her face was composed, in spite of possibilities of death. "Right then, mister Kuro. Do tell me your questions." IronClaw said, playing along. He was mentally reviewing his handbook of thieves, wondering if he could find a way out of this situation. "Have you ever held the The Blade of Wonders?" Kuro asked, smiling dangerously. The question had thrown him off course of his mental review. What on the name of beer was The Blade of Wonders? Sounds like some dangeroud artefact, IronClaw mused. Keep Kuro talking. "No. I haven't even heard of it." "Second question: What are these two warriors names?" Ironclaw pondered for a moment before answering. "The male one is named Fuuin, and the female is....I don't know her name," He finished lamely. Kuro groaned, then nodded. Syrith reached foward and gave him a punch in the head. Pain flashed throguh his head fast as a arrow, but just as deadly as getting hit. A flash was revealed under Syrith's coat. Some sort of vial. IronClaw only had a moment to see what it was, but his pupils worked at lightning speed, figuring it what it was. Syrith was carrying his own mind of sanity in that bottle. Touch it! IronClaw thought. "Do you mind if I take a closer look at your, 'creation'?" IronClaw asked sarcastically. Kuro was taken by surprise, but then replied. "He is not a creation. I am Syrith, in Kuro's body. Syritehis in a ghost body. Stronger then ever. That is my ghostly body." Syrith, who was Kuro, floated foward, in his ghostly might. Closer, closer... With mind-holding vials. One only has to open them to get their emotions, thoughts, feelings, and more. There are also touch-sensitive vials that only needed to be tocuhed to be opened. So he did possibly what was the most disgusting thing he had ever done. He spat at the vial. The vial exploded. Streams of white memory jetted out from the vial like snakes. It was that moment that Syrith's memory flashed in IronClaw. He finally understood how Syrith's mind worked. He was a ruined man, betrayed by a friend, hunted down by knights...enoguh to want him to kill. More energy exploded, from the roof this time. Another ghostly figure appeared. This one had Zamorak's emblem printed across his chest. Raising his hand towards Syrith's body, even more energy exploded from the man's hand, towards him. The energy was soaked up by his body, and he seemed to struggle harder agaisnt Kuro's might. Fuuin was wide awake by then, and had managed to cut the bonds. As if insanity had claimed him, he picked up the TriForce Blade, and slashed through the ropes holding IronClaw. What? IronClaw thought. I follow him to kill him, and he's setting me free? Goody-guys strike again! In spite of the situation, IronClaw couldn't help a chuckle. What will happen next? Find out on the next episode of Role Play!

IronClaw The Forest. Runite Armour is tough. Although no one had designed it to withstand a beating that was equilavent to stampede, hooves and all, IronClaw had "ironically" survived through the beating. About half an hour into his assissanation mission, and he was getting a hard beating already. He had met some female as he emerged from the dungeon. Some sort of old woman, with seriously bad hair, but a very dangerous-looking staff. She was on a splendid unicorn, and however evil IronClaw was, he had enough brains to know unicorns are capable of injuring people a lot. Well, no way was she going into the dungeon. He would have a word first. "You!" He shouted, directing his voice towards the feminine hag. Or what he thought was a hag, at least. "I command you to take my challenge! If you can beat me, then you may pass." He had no problem attacking people, and if this female beat him, he could always just come in close and stick a bolt into her neck. Not that he wanted to lift up crossbow and aim it to her neck. Just take a bolt into his hands and shove it down her throat, maybe. He wasn't going to let her in. Action time. Something behind her distracted him. A flash of of some human. Dark clothing. He seemed to wave his hands towards the woman's bag, and dissapeared. A fire practically exploded from the staff's head, directed towards him. He had been distracted by that man, and now was being engulfed with pain. He felt a shock make its way through his armour and into his back bone. His body was lifted into the air. Flailing widly, he crashed-landed ono the ground again, onto his back. He was going to slouch for some while. Another shock smashed on his lying body. It took something like a minute before he realised it was the unicorn, trampling him HARD. Take a dagger, increase it's weight by a hundred, make it as strong an runite, make a couple dozen of them, distribute them to peasents who could stab you with it, that's the closest IronClaw could relate it to. He still had not one, but two cards in his deck to play. Prayer and food. Reaching weakly into his backpack, he pulled out a piece of meat. While mucnhing on it slowly, so the woman or unicorn wouldn't notice, he mentally asked for protectino against physical hits. The woman seemed to be satisfied, as she galloped off towards the city. Humiliation, he would not tolerate this. I will avenge myself, he thought, as he lay in the dirt.

Bring Up My Post. Does anyone even read this? Cuz if not, I'm ditching this. :evil:

IronClaw Unknown Dungeon "So all this time, you knew Fuuin was alive?" IronClaw exclaimed to his two spies. "Am I surrounded by two incompetents or what? I want an answer now!" IronClaw brought his fist onto the stone table, creating a spider-web of cracks. "S-si-sir," A spy squeaked. "W-we have a bit m-more news to t-te-tell you. He's a descend-d-ant of the M-Master of Time." "Hero of Time!" IronClaw roared. "That bloody Link is annoying me! He should be mashed! Crushed! Bashed! Eaten!...well, I don't want to eat him," IronClaw meekly whispered. "But that's not the point!" He said, raising his voice again. "I want to know why Fuuin is alive!" He give the stone table another crack again. The other spy piped up, a bit more braver. "Master Claw-" "IronClaw, damnation! Use the full name!" He roared again. "Master IronClaw," The spy continued. "The two of us have deduced from some pathetic knight that his daughter is missing in a forest. He had asked Fuuin to search for him, and he agreed. We can turn this into our advantage, since no one else is now around him. Am I clear?" IronClaw considered this. Fuuin was swift, able to reach help when he needed. But in a forest... IronClaw calmed down. This was it. The chance he had waited for for four years. His cranium sparked off ideas in him. He was almost peaceful, until he spoke again, which then he resumed his usual arrogant posture. "Okay. You two make sure no one gets in here. Fuuin is mine." His eyes were pure evil, twisted at the thought of killing The Hero Of Time. He reverted from his mind trance to his usual evil stance. "While i'm gone, see if you can get more info. I'll need it. You'll know where i'll be." With those final words, he started down the dungeon, back towards the entrance of it. Turning his neck, IronClaw shouted, "And don't screw up the turkey! I'll be dead hungry when I get back!"

Lots of bad kids at my school. Changing to evil, editing my post that I made on my guy...he wasn't suppose to be evil though.

Anyone? Or we might just start as 3...the 3 musketeers.....evil musketeers... :D

It only took moments for Tweak to realise what had just happened. The mage, whoever he was, was pummeling the monastery with constant Earth Waves. The ground kept rising from beneath his feet, into his hands, and away to the monastery. Constantly, faster then Tweak ever saw anyone do. The odds of fighting this guy at a monastery was slim, and he had no intention to do the suicide. Grabbing his Fire Battlestaff from his backpack, he recieved an expected woosh of water on his head. Tweak screamed, with a higher pitch then any other soprano could ever achieve. It shattered a couple of glass windows at the same time, giving a few monks the chance to jump out from the burning monastery. A weird sight. "Whoever you are, I command you to-" Tweak never finished that sentence ever, as the mage sent an insignifact Fire Strike at him. Directed towards his staff, he gasped as his staff melted, then reformed into gold pieces. It was a Low Alchemy spell, not Fire Strike. "YOU FREAKING MAGE!" Tweak screamed. "YOU SPAWN OF ZAMORAK! I WILL PURGE THY EVIL FROM THE PLANET OF RUNESCAPE! YOU'RE GOING DOWN FOO! MARK MY WORDS! THAT BATTLESTAFF COSTED ME A FORTUNE!!!" Tweak screamed again, very much like a possesed demon when it's being tortured. Tweak grabbed his other Air Battlestaff, and sent a Fire Wave directly at him. Without missing the beat, he crouched, and effectivly jumped and flipped over the spell. The wave of fire sent the grass on fire. Tweak quickly sent a Water Wave to counter it. The Mage sent an Earth Bolt to soak up the Water Wave, although enough of it managed to douse the fire. "YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU NEVA TRIED THAT! I'LL INCAPITATE YOU!" Tweak continued, firing another Fire Wave. This time, the mage didn't even try to dodge. The Fire Wave rammed into him full force. Fire exploded from him as fast as a striking snake. The sound of flesh being sizzled could be heard. Smoke billowed from the target with an ominous threat to it. More smoke. The fire became a bonfire, but it didn't seem to catch on the monastery. A dark figure. Tweak couldn't tell what it was. "AAAAAHHH!" Tweak screamed. The figure he had demolished before walked slowly, but steadly out of the burning inferno. He had been not affected at all at the very least. At the very most, fire was his playtoy, his friend, his slave. Then Tweak noticed something. The word MANGUS was etched over his entire body. Wait, body...he wasn't a human. It was the demon. The one Van had described to him. This was gonna become rough. Mentally activating Protect Against Magic, Tweak let an Air Wave loose. The Air Wave cut right in two, passing on the sides of the demon, who griined and continued to advence menacingly towards Tweak. Mod Simon: Behind you! New battlestaff! No worries, it won't kill you. Use it!! Whipping his entire figure around, he couldn't hold back a gasp. In it's never-seen-before glory, his Fire BattleStaff was back, ready to pump some more fire into the demon. He looked back again, staring at the spot his Fire BattleStaff had been alchmied. The gold pieces were still there. Huh? Mod Simon: He's coming! Keep him off, i'm gonig to join the action soon! Tweak: Right on, bos'n! Grabbing his new staff, he decided to experiment before attempting to attack on this demon. Twirling it above his head, he rammed the staff's round head into MANGUS. A fire spread from the top of the staff, and engulfed the demon. Mod Simon: The Hercules Factor. Remember how he died? Tweak: I have no time for stupid Greek stories at this time! Are you here yet? Mod Simon: Behind you, ready to pump some rather dangerous chemicals into a black friend. What will happen to Tweak and his friends? Find out on our next Episode of The Legend of The Virus.

If you're p2p, you've played with throwing knives in RS too muc hwhen you throw a butter knife at the school bully. Note I am not attmpting to kill the bully.

Da** that's a lot of philsophy you jammed into that one post...I didn't read it, just skimmed a few words, you're one attached to the past.

"Call yourself a mage? You can do better then that Tweako!" Sieg shouted as he dodged an Air Strike from his partner. The spell dissapated into thin air, leaving Sieg another chance to fire a volley of arrows. He didn't. Instead he whipped out a knife and threw it at Tweak. It clattered uselss on the ground just as Tweak managed to let another Air Strike push it back. Tweak and Sieg were in the wilderness, right beside the monastery. They were training themselves to counter the virus monsters. A new batch of high-level programs came back after being destroyed, so the two men were training to destroy them. Again. As if it wasn't enoguh to incapitate them once. "I have my ways Sieg! You wanna bet?" Tweak shouted back. He fired about 4 fire waves towards Sieg. Sieg jumped the first one, and ducked the second one. His armour absorbed the impact of the third, but the fourth sent him flying into a tree. "Oooh, that's gotta hurt," Tweak chuckled, as he watch Sieg shake off the leaves. "You'll feel that in the morning." "Shut up," Sieg replied. "I'm not going to go easy on you this time. I had enough, NOW FEEL ME POWER OF THE -" Something in the monastery exploded. Monks and the few tourists that came here for a healing screamed as one side of the monastery fell in. Something clicked in Sieg's head. Something to do with Brother Jerrod... "Tweak! I don't know who's doing that, but delay him from hitting the other side! Jerrod is upstairs still! He'll be killed if that stupid guy blows up the other side!" He frantically shouted. Tweak gave him a salute, and fired an Earth Wave to respond to the unknown building-destroyer. Sieg pratically flew towards the other side of the monastery, pausing to scoop a bucketful of water from the fountain. If the captor decided to send a fire spell, he could be very well roasted for his dinner. Sieg clicmbed up the ladder like a some human-cat hybrid. Years of training his legs and arms allowed him to heave himself right into the top floor of the monastery. Just as he got to the beds, behind him, the ladder was caught by a fire and almost instantly crumbled into ashes. "Jerrod! Where are you? They're gonna blow up this place if you don't move!" Somewhere beyond the chaos, he manage to spy a terrified monk in the rubble. He ran over to him, and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Where's Jerrod!? Talk fast, or we'll die!" The monk was terrified, and terror can sometimes seal the lips. It took several moments for the monk to regain is posture. When he did, he told Sieg that Jerrod was already out of here. "Great..." Sieg muttered. He grabbed the monk by the collar and rushed over to the hole. It was either the building or both of them and the builiding. A fire surrounded the hole, eagerly snapping up anything wooden. It was quite a sight, both terrifying and awesome. But Sieg knew the bucket of water he broguht was the only thing that would help. He dropped the monk, and reached into his mind. All players in this game can hold up to twenty-eight items. But those items can't go into a backpack. Instead, with a quick pop, the item could be stored into a black void. When they needed the item, they simply imagined the item they had with them, and then reach their hands into the backpack. Kind of like Santa's huge poacher's bag. Although he didn't poach. Right now, Sieg neede the bucket of water he swiped from the fountain. He had to try. He heaved all the water towards the hole, in hope of dousing the flame so they could go down. Sieg's body was built for huge brute force, not precise bucket-extingushing. The water missed, going right down the hole, and not even touching a sliver of the wanna-be bonfire. This was not good. Not at all for him. Stupid monks.

In my opinion, you've mixed Runescape, Everquest, and a bit of dedication into this story. Keep it up, so DA** MUCH BETTER then the last story before I requested to go on for you lol. Legend of the Virus..woopee!

The fact you said that your english is good but not perfect hhelps me sympthise...argh can't spell it. Ooh, you've thrown your heroes into one heck of a dilemna already. Almost no way foward, no way back. Ouchies. Release the power of the amulet...sounds like an artefact t h at'll blow up Runescape lol.

IronClaw Age: 23 Gender: Male Side: Evil I'll go a bit farther then that. Life Description: Life of a White Knight would have never suited IronClaw. Strong men would come to the castle and train on them. Even though they always came back to life, he thought it wasn't worth being knight fodder at all. His father attempted to make him join, but IronClaw resisted. He knew soon his father would dimply stuff him into the White Knights without second thought. Packing up his food, and his training wooden dagger, he set off north. He didn't know the north was the wilderness. He would have died if it weren't for him cunning. A magical goblin pinned him to the cliff walls and prepared for the double barrels into his face. As he charged. IronClaw, in fear, tossed his wooden dagger at him. Since he was more vunerable when charging up his spell, he was incaptitated. Since then, IronClaw vanished into the wilderness. Where he went can only be answered by one man. And he delights in not coming out. There have been a few remours of him travelling with the most noble heroes on their quest, much like Strider with the four hobbits in LOTR. They have never been confirmed though. Mostly, they the heroes never reappear in public ever again. Skills: Ever since his episode with the mad goblin, he immediatly started training his magic up to resist these magical forces. Despite that, he is more of a warrior at heart. One moment, in a fight, if you managed to slip away, he would look confused, sniffing the air like a hungry dog, with no cleu of where you were. In the next few moments, even if you were invisible, he would be whacking and slashing his longsword all over you. Despite this, he can also alternate himself to become from a stealth killer to a big, slow, war machine. Unfortunatly, this requires much meditation to change his style, and doing so, he can leave himself vunerable. He always decides which one to use before any wars, meditates, then enters the battle. His cooking skills are remarkable for a man with hands the size of buckets. Able to properly assemble a shark n a few minutes, he has been hired, though only once, by the King of Varrock to cook for one of his birthdays. Wasn't the Duke of Lumbridge enough?

I want happy customers, but I don't feel like typing today. But there's nothing else to do, so I might as well. It's not too big today. New Isle, Arsgarnia. Mimi woke up lying on her back. Pain was etched all over her spine. She wasn't used to experiencing physical discomfort everytime she even woke up. There had been a few times Tweak made a joke that would make others laugh, but hurt her feelings hard, then she would give the double axe into his face. But actual body pain was something else. There was always food to do the job of healing. And some praying no doubt. The first thing to do as she learned in Academy of Warriors and Archers is to check for danger. She took a quick glance around her. Nothing harmful. Then something caught her attention. A glowing Battle Axe. Her memory strayed across some man, with a Rune Scimitar that glowed red. Then some guy called Monkey. A big ball. Earth Wave. It took her some time to regain her strength and memory. When she finished, she knew what to do. Dragging herself across the ground, she inched foward to the battle axe. Her teacher taught her not to touch unknown things if she didn't know what it was, but action was better then politics and rules. She expertly gripped the axe in her hands. A rush of power from the axe flowed from the handle down to her body to her legs. It gave her warmth and even more strength then just lying there about 4 feet away from the weapon. She picked herself up from the ground, groaning with pain. Her bones seemed to creak as she stood up. A stream of pms pratically ran into her head. Her three friends were bombarding her mind with concerning messages. Sieg: Anything happen today? Rose: Any virus problems? Tweak: I'm right behind you. Not, lol. Andrew will pm you shortly. Mod Andrew: Yoohoo? You there Mimpi? A call from the boss of Jejex? This is not good. No doubt he would have inquiries about his new problem of the virus. Mod Andrew: Do a litle skip over to the Falador Castle. I'm waiting there, along with Mod Simon and your friends. Van's out killing more virus monsters. I did him first, so he'd done already. Mimi: Right then..I'll just teleprot over there then...And don't call me Mimpi please. I thoguht you were a nice guy. Mod Andrew: watch your spelliNg. Mimi: Watch your grammar mister. Removing her emergency Falador Teleport runes, she muttered an incantation, and vanished in thin air. Noob #1: Woah! That was an awesome spell! I wanna do that! Noob #2: Must be some level 70 or 80 spell. Let's ask someone! Follow me!

Van woke up with a shock, yelling out the name, "Mimi!" It took a few moments for him to realize he was in Varrock, on the laying on the ground in the midst of all te people who were selling and buying items. Everyone turned towards him, looknig at him with dignified shock, as if he had just been recently infected with a mania condition. Which he wasn't, in theory. "Right then, go back to your selling and buying people," Van muttered. "I happen to be an infectious guy, if you're wondering." The crowd immediatly parted, as he pulled out his Virus Sword. With the mad glint of fear in his eyes, added with the sight of a glowing Runite Scimitar, it was no wonder the crowd was scared of him. Falador, Arsgarnia Two days later, Van entered the Falador Castle for a medical view on his status. Although he insisted nothing was wrong with him, the doctors in Varrock insisted, and he was forced to take an examination to ensure he was not mad. As if he needed the doctor to inspect his new sword. He insisted to have a stiff beer before entering, and amazingly, the doctors let him. He strolled into the pub, and ordered his usual arsganian ale from the bartender. He lifted his mug and drained the ale in one gulp. Savoring the taste of the ale, it took only moments for him to fall uncouncious. The doctors had slipped some sort of sleeping drug into his drink. Snickering, the few medical men that were with him lifted him up and carried his out of the pub. Falador Castle, 2nd Floor. Van woke up with a shock, just as he had in Varrock. This time, he was not on the gravel by the fountain, but locked up in chains on the stone wall. He took time to register what was around him, until his eyes landed on one person. It was Andrew himself. He walked over to where Van was chained, and smirked at him. "So Mister..." he started "Just call me Van. I hate getting formal with people." Van said "Right then. So Van, I apoligize for locking you up, but the environment you are in right now might have disturbed you, so we decided to lock you up for a short while to ensure you do not attempt to kill any of us." "Onto buisness now," said a voice from some corner of the room. It was Mod Simon himself. He was wearing a simple leather body, with a little bronze sword in his hand. The crucial difference was that both of his armour and weapon were glowing a deadly red, prepared to slay more virus monsters. "Like them?" Simon asked, catching Van's glance towards himself. "I love making fun of virus monsters. This happens to be a fake. Give me a few seconds and you're gonna get a very red sword carving a pretty pattern in your face." "Right then Simon," Andrew silenced him with a wave of his hands. "You happen to be one of the few players in this world with our respect," Simon said. "Therefore, in a meeting of grave decisions, we have reached our conclusion, " At those words, Simon walked over to the wall, and with his bronze sword, tapped it in seven different places. When he did, the wall melted, and Van gasped. Beyond the wall, were an array if weapons, all polished and glowing. There was his favorite longsword type to use, and an array of bows that did not clearly come in this time. Other weapons were there as well, and even a Fire BattleStaff was stuck randomly into the wall. There was something common about all these weapons and bows. They all glowed. "Very well done Simon," Andrew said. "You've really out done yourself. I'll get you a couple more points for your resume. You may leave now." "Thanks Andrew, the pleasure is all mine." Simon grinned. With those words, he whipped out a few runes, muttered words Van couldn't hear, and teleported. "All right then. Van, allow me to explain if you please." Muted with awe, Van nodded. "I assigned Simon to creating a weapon that would be able to combat both monsters and virus monsters with ease," Andrew explained. "They have many special powers that I personally installed into them. Allow me to demonstrate the power of the staff you see before you." Andrew walked camly towards the weapons, and selected a glowing blue staff. With two whistles, a Kalphite Queen appeared in this air. Without consideration, it clicked it's pincers, and charged towards Andrew. Raising the staff above his head, he roared and ran towards his captor. Striking the spider monster with his staff, the Kalphite Queen froze. Physically and mentally. "Time has been frozen in it, " Andrew explained as he continue to beat up the spider. "Each monster is a seperate program, really. The staff has frozen that program, in doing so, so has the monster in this game. This works only with virus monsters though." "That is only one specific power of this special. . .staff," Andrew said. "I will give you and your best friends weapons to counter these monsters. Our fate how we live depends on you. Don't mess it up."

There was no doubt about it. While the stupid Black Demon tried to crunch his teeth through her Runite armour, an ominous ball of doom made it's way towards the unfortunate trio. It sizzled with fire everywhere around it, with a ball of lightning ready to explode on contact...a ball of lighting surrounded by fire... The idea clicked in her head. She would try to get her hands out of the demon's finger-cage, and let two Water Blasts loose, one to remove the fire barrier, the other to electrocute the lighting inside. Her only problem was the moment the fire was realeased, the lighting would strike out, as fast as hummgbird wings went. Not a good place to be in. This dilmena was going to take out her brain cells. She started to concentrate. She decided to get the death grip off, she would unload a massive Earth Wave, thus releasing her, Van, and plowing the demon a few meters away. Then she could try to blast the spell into heaven knows where. It was either no one or them, and she'd prefer no one any day. Concentrating hard, she managed to summon the powers of the ground into her hands. Shouldn't be too difficult, when you're underground. Next she realeased the energy through her hands to her fingers to her evenly painted fingernails. She could see Van from the corner of her eye watching her, as he attempted to activate his Protect to Magic prayer. Thank the gods for dragon and giant bones. The Black Demon was lifted off it's feet, towards a mass of players attempting to destroy an iron dragon. One of the players accidently let go of his Runite Two-Hander as he tried to crush it. The two-hander flew towards the demon at the same time. The demon roared with even more pain as the Two-Hander forced it back where it belong. He barely flew in time right in front of Mimi and Van, taking the full shock and burn of the ball that ugly villain named MANGUS let loose onto them. Saved.

I got permission from barfbag to continue the story...so...here goes! "Follow you for fun? What do you think you are, our fairy godfather or what?" Van grumbled. Meeting the demon who had made an entire mine almost collaspe and permantly injure a load of miners, he wasn't too happy at all. "Yeah," said Mimi, "We're our own masters. So go kill some other dragon, we want to train here, got it?" "I am afraid you will have to follow me, noble and strong you both may be," MANGUS replied. "Your decision lies in my hands, not yours." "Your hand, I wouldn't mind slicing it off your wrist, although this isn;t the wilderness unfortunatly," Mimi countinued. "I would -"She broke off at the sight of the glowing energy gathering in MANGUS' hand. "The mine," Van gasped. "That's how you did it-" He had no time to finish his sentence, as MANGUS sent the energy ball towards them. On a closer look, it was revealed to have some fire and lightning mixed in it. Funny, Van thought. That looks- An enraged Black Demon roared as it's claws swiped at Mimi and Van. Without missing a heartbeat, Van picked up his Rune Scimitar and brought a good crack on its head. He was trained to do such things when he met Vannaka. He taught him everything he knew, so this made him one helluva warrior. The Rune Scimitar exploded, and it left no dent in the Black Demon. Staring at the ball of energy that would prophesise his doom, he did the only thing that would come to his mind...it was praying time. His captor would recieve a heck of a shock. The captor into the prey. Pardon the pun. He concentrated hard, trying to see himself in his mind deflecting magical spells without effort. In the other claw, Mimi was doing the same thing, her forehead already shining with sweat. What would it be like, Van thought, to die in here? I really don't want to.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA Sterrin going to end up a la-la land cuz of this magic show.

CHAPTER 5 "Can any person here exactly tell me what's going on right now?" IronClaw asked. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy watching everything gray. Not the best symptom to have." "Shut up, i'm even worser off then you, Moras grumbled, shaking the dust off his robes. "At least you guys are used to being dizzy. Soras' is my brother, and I still don't remember his birthday. "Yeah, you mentioned that already," Boris said, still lying down in the dirt. "at least I know my birthday." "Before we speak of anything else," Matthew piped up. "Can I ask a question? Where the heck are we?" IronClaw, Boris, and Moras took a good look around them. In the dungeon Boris and Matthew were previously in, it was very smelly and stale. Now, in the effect of this time travel, men lumbered around, connecting parts of the machine to other pipes, women quickly smithed metal parts with an uncanny speed, and children raced around, delivering messages to the workers when their foreman saw something had to be done with. "The machine required this many people? Weird." Matthew said, awed by the strength of the men connecting machine parts together. "I want to show you something else," Moras said. "Follow me now." "Woah!" Boris shouted as another kid meesenger zoomed by him. Except it didn't zoom by him, it zoomed through him. "Don't worry about them Boris," Moras explained, as Boris picked himself up from the shock. "We are like ghosts, ghosts that cannot be seen, or an echo. Something like that." In another second, IronClaw screamed and whipped around. A pipe went right through from the back of his head, as two workers against the foreman engaged into an angry battle. "Um, let's go now, shall we?" Moras asked nervously. The band of brave future men crawled walked towards the fire elemental room. As Matthew tried to open the door, two things happened. One, his hand went right through the door, causing him to trip. Two, he accidently kicked Boris behind him as he fell, causing about two hundred and fifty pounds of armour, muscle, and weight to fall. "Get up, get up, I want to show you this. "Moras said impatiently as he pushed past the two men into the room.