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Chapter 4: Challenges. The boy was very small, with a bit of a pointed nose. He had dirty blonde hair, and his eyes flashed like sapphires. His shirt was ragged, as if Katrine had thrown him around with no mercy. He wore red pants, ripped and old. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅUm...thank you for rescuing me,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Chapter 3: Jailbreak Giving my little clique (which is a word meaning a group of friends) a bit more info, Boris suggested that everyone should rest before we would go try to find the potion. I suspected he wanted to have some privacy time so he could pray to the gods for help on his quest. Whatever he wanted to, I knew I must not interfere with his praying or training or whatever he wanted to do. Nothing terrible happened, like a Zamorakian attack or something like that. The next morning had decided to cooperate with us, and gave us a fresh air breeze and a clear sky. We set off, with Boris in the lead, towards the city of Varrock to try freeing the boy who drank it. It was an odd team, for we had 3 knights, including Boris, 2 cooks, 2 mages, and 1 archer. We might as well have gone to the wilderness and start killing everyone. Instead of a life-threatening battle or intelligence test, freeing him was very easy to Boris. He picked up tables and threw them at the thieves, picked up thieves and threw him into other thieves, and he slashed with his Runite 2-Hander around himself about. With someone as strong as Boris breaking up the Blackarm gang, all the thieves turned tail. Katrine remained behind and tried hopelessly to knock him down at least once, but his agility training put him on top of a closet, which she could only try throwing objects that kept bouncing off his shield when he switched weapons. At last, she turned tail, and before she could dive out of the window, or even get into a crouching position, I spat on her, just like she did to me when she wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t let me join. We all roared with laughter. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅNow the question is, how do we get inside that door that has loads of bolts holding it here?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Chapter 2: The book The book was not as dusty as I thought it would be. In fact, it looked clean and well-looked after. I opened the book to read the pages, and this is what I see: During the First and Second Ages of Runescape, a large team of mages, known as the DragonBlaster Group, had survived a large attack on their members. Although they survived, the leader was badly damaged, and he did not believe in dying because of his enemies. He sent some of his mages far and wide in search of a way to heal him of his ever-lasting pain. Before he could have counted it, two months passed, and none of the mages were back yet. He no longer believed his mages would be able to help him, so with the remaining mages that stayed with him, he conjured up a potion that would give him everlasting life, so he wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have to face the pain anymore. The progress of finding the ingredients was tediously long, but the mages came back, with the items he needed to make. When the leader had finally finished the potion, he asked Saradomin to bless the potion. Although no sign showed that the god had blessed, he actually did have. The mage became stricken with fear; he believed Saradomin did not trust him, even though he already had blessed it. The mage leader died. That night, a lost boy, seeking food and shelter, accidentally stumbled upon the hideout of the mages. Without thinking for himself, the boy rushed in. The smell of herbs and other objects almost overwhelmed him. He had shelter now. Now he needed food. The moment he saw the potion, his hunger forced him to drink from the cauldron. His hunger was so great he did not care what he ate or drank. The moment he finished, he fire race through his veins as fast sd light, then it was gone.. After a moment, it passed away. The boy expected some horrible transformation to befall him, or at least he would become sick. But nothing happened to him. He now felt quite full, and warmth had risen in him. Content, he left. He did not know he had drank the immortality potion. Over the next few years, strange events happened where he lived. An outlander struck him very hard, but although he was lifted off his feet by the blow, he felt no pain. Another time, he was cutting the cheese for his mother, and he saw the knife go carelessly towards his fingers. Except the knife went right through his finger, and hit the table. Wherever he went, it soon dawned onto him that he could feel no pain at all. This idea, instead of scaring him, pleased him. Though reluctantly, he told his parents of the potion he drank. They rejoiced, for this was their very dream. A gang of thieves ganged up on him one day, however, and he was kidnapped. He knew they would torture him for their fun. He had to act as if he were in pain so they wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t question him about why he felt no pain. The thieves soon figured it out, when a drunken mugger dropped a knife on him, even though he felt no pain. The thieves soon forced out his secret, and he was locked up in a place we do not know. The boyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s parents offered 5000 gold pieces if anyone could find him and return them to the parents. Three Ages passed, and although the parents have passed away, the reward remains. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅHhhmmÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæReldo, do you have any books on thieves then?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Chapter 1: Boris Some people fear such a long life, others would kill their only blood descendants if it were the only way to get eternal life. Whatever they think, my opinion is that eternal life is more of a curse then a blessing. You know you will never die of physical pain or disease, but you have to face the pain of seeing other people suffering, dying, and so on. Life is like a wheel, turning until it has no one else to turn it for itself. The ones who would have eternal life, their wheel would keep going around, never stopping, powered by a force that never weakens. It would be would be better be better to live a good life then a long life. If you really were an immortal human, other dark-hearted men would force you to tell them where the immortal-granting life would be. They know they cannot harm, but the men would, perhaps, take away your belongings, take your pieces of hard-earned gold, and basically make your life miserable until you told them. I knew a knight, named Boris. The hard myths of eternal life entered into his head, and he vowed that he would look for it until he died, unless he would get it. He, of course, was no ordinary knight. He had slain the dragon of Crandor Island, figured his way through the seemingly impossible maze of doors and switch in the Draynor Manor, and he even had survived a team-up on himself in the wilderness. Despite all his acts, he was teased by the lack of gold pieces he had after he had bought himself many Runite objects from the Champion's Guild. Still stronger knights also bullied him around about his silly name, which his full name was Boris Trogon Mink. That is why the legend of Eternal Life hit him hard. He could dream of all the townspeople celebrating a holiday in his name. He could see himself smashing the knights around without getting smashed back, because he could feel no pain. He could vision himself fighting another monster twice as powerful as the dragon on Crandor Isle, and leave the battle without a scratch. He never considered what evil things could happen. I shall tell you, Reldo holds the scripture called "Sprit of The Pass." A knight named Randas was "tall and strong, and stood like an elvish king." His pride made him yet vulnerable to Zamorak's promise to glory. The story is repeating itself, through the body and spirit of Boris, or so I thought. This scared me, and I begged him not to go. No matter how much I begged, it soon became clear nothing except death would stop him from seeking immortality. Because I could do nothing to stop him, I decided to help him instead of trying to stop him. As I was part of the CookÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s Guild, I was skilled enough to make chocolate cakes, one of my favorite food and a rapid-healing food as well. With the last of my money, I brought a DragonStone ring off a person who had no use for it, and I enchanted it for him for in case he did die, at least his belongings he had would not be lost forever. I informed this to my other kind-hearted friends, and they immediately dunked in to help him. My best friend, named Oragon, did the best work, showing him how to shatter iron rocks with a single smash of his Runite Two-Hander. Another one of my friends, nicknamed ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅLightspeedÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Battle for Eternal Life Chapter 1: Boris Chapter 2: The book Chapter 3: Jailbreak Chapter 4: Challenges Chapter 5: The Final Challenge Chapter 6: The moment of war. Chapter 7: The potion of life

CHAPTER 1 "You sure this is the Elemental Shield?" Boris asked uncertainly as a glass shield take form on the bench. "I'm positive, i''ve done this before," Matthew replied. "why would I take you here?" The two men were standing in what seemed like a dungeon. The dungeon had one large machine with so many pipes connected to it that it may have made you dizzy. The machine was suppose to mix up the four elemental ores they obtained into a type of shield that could resist magic. "Hey guys, how's the shield going?" A voice asked. Boris whipped around to see who had spoken, but Matthew recognized the voice. "Hey IronClaw, are you here to make another shield?" He replied with some annoyance, "Yes I am, a group of rather overpowering mages blasted me to no end, and I lost my shield to them." "Go figures, they get lots of treasures easily from us." Boris had now finally finished his shield, giving it a smooth touch in the middle. The shield on the bench was magnificent, even to Matthew, who had one already. It gave off a reflection of brilliance in the faint light of the lantern above, giving it the appearance of a king's shield, even though it wasn't. "Have any of you guys thought of who discovered the ores and made a machine for the shield?" "Easy, I thought the mages did," Boris said. "But i'm not talking about Soras and Moras." The two mages Boris had mentioned were friends who had tagged along to recieve everlasting life. Although they never got it, the mages were a big help in the quest for the potion of the life. "Well, since i'm done, can we leave now? This doesn't look good for my amour, really."

A new chapter may arise by tommorow, but it will be unknown. Meanwhile, think how the beggining may start. I may chose yours for my storytelling.

Intro I can only guess you have been around Runescape long enough to see an odd glass shield. Rich people could travel to the other side of the world to make on of their own. It was said 4 special ores could make this miracle shield. They would come from an odd machine I myself still have no knowledge of. But where did this machine come from? Who made it? Most important to me, WHY was it created. To amuse myself, I decided to write a fictional story on it. Since I have no knowledge about the machine or ores, do not be surprised to see many mistakes and errors about this odd machine. During the stroy, feel free to interrupt me to ask a question. Yet, do not try to ask me what will happen next, for it may not happen at all.