DevilKiller

Well,? GET ON WITH IT! Sorry. But it's been more then 3 weeks.

Spirit Rune...wonder where it came from...10/10!

How did this story really come by? That is what i'm going to explain now. This story was created when I moved into a new house with my sister and mom+dad. There was no computer yet, and I completly shut down until one did come. When the computer came...no internet. So to amuse myself, I typed up this story made up of fantasy as I rememberd it and Runescape. They mixed perfectly, resulting ina very lnog story. Ask any questions if you got any. :lol:

CHAPTER 3 Oddly enough, the mage's house was far more cleaner then most would have expect. all the papers lay in neat little piles, a grandfather clock ticked slowly on the wall, and the staffs lay in perfect order along a table. Clearly, this mage was organized. "Have a seat," Moras pointed to the cahirs waiting for someone to sit in them. Everyone took a moment to settle in the chairs. Matthew recieved a huge shock, then he went flying out of his chair, screaming all the way. "Whoops, forgot to turn off security," Moras chuckled. Picking up a Water Staff, Moras tapped the chair with it. A sizzling sound was heard, and the chair vibrated a little, as if it was annoyed by the staff. "You can come back in, Matthew, chair's turned off." Matthew entered the house, with a pained look on his face. His leather had bits of black on it, which sizzled on his skin. Moras chuckled a bit more. "I think I can start answering your questions, Matthew. We'll go with the one you want most now." "What what it was used for?" Matthew asked. "Nothing, oddly enough. They just found the ores and did some research. After they saw what the shield did, they sealed the entrance of the machine away. Second question?" Soras asked. "Who found the ores?" "I believe a middle-aged wizard found it. He wasn't as old as me, though, and i'm proud of it," Soras beamed, "But I would have never made that discovery. He also figured out what each ore was. It was also him who put the ores in difficult places. He knew the entrance would be revealed soon, so he set up a puzzle and combat tests for us," he chuckled yet again, "and that was one heck of a puzzle for me! At the age of seven, I could never figure it out." "I have one more question," Matthew asked. "How old are you?" "Now I don't think he'll answer that," Moras wiggled his finger at him, "That's a bit too personal, at least for him. The story shall continue, should you keep hope...I've been writing for too long, I need a rest, brothers and sisters...

Alright...that's only 2. We need 3 more, come on people, pump put your bios!

At the crack of dawn I ripped off my thong With a pair of tongs Sense of right and wrong started to smoke a bong this poem is not long Drugs, not good for you Make you turn blue too Like a kangaroo Lost within the zoo out in katmundo in the cold ice igloo and he has no clue 'cuz his friend baboon is over the moon Shulearoon Away Hangin out with [girls] Re-runs of happy days But he has to pay!?! LIFE IS REALLY TOUGH

IronClaw (read battle for eternal life for details) Race: Human Age: 21 Eye Color: Choclate Brown Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Color: A light brown Height: 6'12" Weight: 180 oz Birth Location: Unknown Current Location: Unknown Body Appearance: Very strong, and large, which is good for intimidating enemies. Facial Appearance: His hair covers his face entirely. Yet, he is known to have eyes that have much wisdom contained within them. Class: He is a warrior. He prefers to jump in a middle of a fight and swing his longsword around in a circle. He also stabs quite a lot. Personality: Hot-headed. Despite being a good warrior, he usaully gets into arguements with the people around him. The personality is helpful in battle, as it forces him hard against the enemy. Sometimes he just sits out and let the others do the dirty work. Family: Unknown Friends: His only friend was Boris, but he spends time alone when he can still. Pets: A large canine dog, the dog is strong enoguh to rip helmets off a human's head. Despite it's brutality, it's often been carried off by other men who have good armour, where IronClaw had to rescue it plenty of times. Strength: Brute force and capability with his longsword. Weaknesses: His temper Clothing: He wears a cloak which covers his body, but in battle, he has a dark suit with a symbol of Saradomin on his chest. Weapon of Choice: His longsword. He is known to have daggers with him, in order to kill enemies in the dark. _________________

So it's mikeob1 and hirashu....use the bio on your thread...mine is a bit god-like too much.

WhenyougrowupIthinkyoushouldbecomeamovieproducerand MAKE YOUR STORY! 8/10!

Quite a battle if you ask me... 10/10. At least this isn't reality yet...

Nice sunset. out of 10, i award you a 7

Join the adventure..face good and evil...combine forces... Let us be the ultimate story. 10 people may attempt to join the adventre, but only 5 will make it... The plot is a new evil has entered tip.it.com. 5 people from the forums are to enter the world of computers and banish the evil virus. It does not matter what side you are on...you will die if we do not get help... Enter your bio so I may pick the best...my bio is below, follow it's example with your own bios... Remember...even if we fall to the virus, let us make a good story out of it before we do. :lol:

11: You mined in Runescape to much when you take a pointy thing and attempt to shater a rock into pieces with your hands. 12: You usmelted in Runescape too muc hwhen you try to smelt a rock in the oven or stove. 13: you've been using the gnome flyer too much when you jump of a plane. 14: You been getting too many ideas for You have been when you typed up to 14...

Thank you, now to continue on....for now. CHAP. 2 Sunlight hit everyone's face as everyone left the dungeon. It felt so good to everyone to breath pure air instead of rotten, stale air. Boris took a very deep breath. "About time you should have been done!" The voice was nobody else but Moras. Standing beside him, was Soras. Moras looked very annoyed, maybe because Boris took to long to make it. Matthew looked up and smiled in delight. "Soras, Moras, where have you been?!?" "Doing some rune shopping and rune crafting. What else is there for a mage to do?" IronClaw considered it. "He's got a point, you know. All the knights in the wilderness always freak out when they see him." "Well, we do have a couple of questions, mages," Matthew barged in. "Have any clue about the machine and the ore?" "Well, i'm one heck of an old fogey, I must admit. Old enough to see te final touches done up to the machines ages ago." Soras said "Wow! Where did the machine come from? Who made it? What was it for? Why did they have to close it down? Who found the ores?" "Aaah!" Soras shouted, "I knew you would want to know, but can I have one question at a time? To your second question, the mages did. They were lead by the DragonBlaster clan, remember?" Everyone took a moment to remember who made the everlasting life potion. The DragonBlaster made it, but didn't drink it because they didn't know it was the eternal life potion. "Well, they made the machine. the clan streches as faaarrrr back to the Second Age, which tells you how old I really am. Let's do the rest of the questions at my house, I don't think it's suitable of talknig about right at the entrance of that smelly dungeon.

More parts? Nothing I can think of. No, The Elemental Force is a sequal whatever, but the updates with it are gonna be sllooooowwww. Still a story though

Woah... That is ONE BIG "I'm bored so I typed this" HISTORY

7: you played Runescape too much when you try to tell your best friend about your game with friend chat 8: You know you typed too many stories when you keep on typing stories :lol: 9: You played too much Runescape when you go to the Artic to fid the wilderness. 10: You played too much runescape when you try to make a potion with wine of zamorak (when it's normal wine) and a herb (which is the plant from the backyard.)

I'm gonna make a big list....thoguh it may not be BIG. 1:You know you've been playing Runescape too much when you try to smith a weapon with your cutlery. 2: You've been playing Runescape too much when you try to use the butter knife to cut trees. 3: You played Runescape too much when you try to kill someone with your fists and foot. 4: You've played too much Runescape when you think you can take turns to hit each other. (Heck, this is an RPG game!) 5: You know you're typing too many stories when you try to contact a god. 6L: You know you typed too much when your fingers are sore.

You know you're been typing stories too long when you think your public library has Reldo in it and The Shield Of Arrav, by A. R Wright book.

Give your comment on the story. Feel free to complain, praise, ignore, be content, whatever you want to say.

Chapter 7: The Potion of Life ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAll that is required now is to find the potion,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Chapter 6: The moment of war When we all separated to prepare ourselves, it was pandemonium for us. Soras and Moras started rune crafting and burying bones all they could as if they were no tomorrow, the knights, including me, tried as hard to make money so we could buy the best armor that all of us could wear at our best, and the cooks rushed around the cookÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s guild, cooking as many swordfishes as possible that were supplied by the mages, and the Matthew spent his last savings on buying rune arrows. One hour and a half later, we all met at the White Wolf Mountain, where Benjamin found us. All I have to say it was the most frightening moment, and when we teleported, it was more frightening. Benjamin had teleported on a side of a battlefield, and it was unlike any battlefield there was in Runescape. Men hid behind short walls, then occasionally leaped up and fired some unseen thing from their odd weapon. We followed suit, falling down with him to hide behind the wall. There, we exchanged few words with a soldier who did not see us come. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅWho the heck are you guys?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

The challenge of the mages. As I could easily predict, Soras and Moras easily took care of the fire giants. Benjamin watched with astonishment as he watched Moras charge right in and fired a daring Water Blast at the dying giant Soras had weakened with a couple of weakening spells. There only problem was he wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t the only fire giant for them to face; every monster heard a sizzling spell and came right over to feast on the dead body, except they chose Moras and not the fire giant. ThatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s where the tough part came in. Every giant that came in contact was considered a target, so Soras and Moras had a jolly time blasting them until the last of there death runes came to zero, so they switched over to fire bolts, which was still deadly. The process of killing hobgoblins took around 20 minutes (fascinating they havenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t ran out of chaos runes by then.) and when they finished, the stench of burning flesh filled the room. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅI canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t stand this, challenge is over!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

The KnightÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s challenge ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅOk, Boris, Lightspeed, The only place where greater demons live is somewhere in the wild. All I know is that live in the far north of the wilderness, and a couple of knights like training there. So weÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re going to make a plan. Any suggestions?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

The archerÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s challenge The hobgoblins live in the Edgeville dungeon, or more famously known as the Ghost Town. The problem is that Matthew was used to shooting behind objects, but he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t see any obstacles he could hide behind. Poor Matthew had to run everywhere while shooting a hobgoblin. When he came back, he looked very worn out. I mean poor Matthew in two ways: He nearly died, which would result him losing his magic bow, and he shot Adamant arrows, and he ran out of them, because he only had 50 of them, so he was forced to turn over to steel arrows. It cost a lot of gold pieces to buy them, because he couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t fletch arrows or bows. He bought them from a person who was a pure mage and not an archer at all. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m just glad Matt lived to see the daylight.