Craven_Image

This idea is similar to the one where they make r3hs and you can grow farms on the handle of the r3h which allows you to grow herbs and when you got enough herbs it increases all your skills to 99 and you get 200mill cash in your bank... Nice idea!

A barren land lay out before Craven Image and Dumah, no living thing in sight, the sky; a mass of dark clouds. The companions journeyed south towards the castle of the dark warriors. "I shall rest now," Craven Image said as he sat on the nearest rock he could find, pulling out from a pocket of his robes an old and stale looking cake. "Grr", he threw the cake away and scanned the nearby ground. "Now what you looking for?" questioned Dumah. Craven Image continued looking, "aha, here we are." He picked up what looked like the remains of a very large rabbit and bought them to where he had been sitting and from a backpocket took out a few of these magical runes. "Banarumous externum!" he cried, the bones shook for a second and then aparated into several bunches of bananas. "Now thats better," Craven Image said as he started peeling one open. Suddenly a huge cry echoed the wide expanse of the wilderness breaking the silence which enveloped the two. Both their heads turned at once to the south only to see a barren wasteland heading off for many miles until the fog barred their view. The cry was unlike that of a humanoid creature for it must of travelled great distances. The two immediately got up and started walking at twice the pace they had done the previous day...

It's very good but unfortunately I doubt whether this is truly yours, when I read the extracts you did for the Legends of Runescape thread the language is very poor and theres huge grammatical errors. That was quoted from one of the replies you did, the very first line in fact. This however, has a much better quality to it so either you were drunk, stoned or both when you wrote the Legends of Runescape one, or you are just lieing...

The wind howled as the blurry image of several enraged pirates came towards the pair of them, Dumah prepared for battle with just his fists and Craven Image brandished a small but powerful dagger from within an inside pocket of his black robes, "and I thought I was ill prepared for close combat" cried Craven Image. Dumah was immidiately engaged in battle with a war torn, black bearded pirate, he brandished a powerful looking scimitar in one hand and slashed wildy at Dumah, fortunately the wind had taken sides with Dumah and was blowing strongly into the face of the oncoming pirate hoard. Dumah grabbed hold of the pirates neck from behind and snapped it back with the other hand, breaking his neck. Craven Image on the other hand had backed round and could make out the image of two more coming his way, he then retrieved from a wrist holster several darts made of a cyan coloured metal he immediately starting throwing them in the general direction of the pirates, one missed and the other hit one of the pirates in the shoulder, the other pirate swung for his head with a scimitar, he ducked in time and immediately struck the dagger into the oncoming pirate's chin he stumbled backwards in pain... Dumah had made great progress killing two more pirates with ease and turned to help Craven Image by striking a fatal blow to the back of the already injured pirate. "I surrender!", cried the pirate still cursing with pain from the dart which was in his left shoulder. "Hmm, this is interesting a group of pirates coming from the south... but with no loot? Surely your not dumb enough to forget the loot?" said Craven Image to the pirate, "You scoundrels, it be you who struck the first blow, we have no quarrels with peoples like you but you had to attack us," the pirate growled. "Yes I agree it was a bit hasty of him to do that but it doesn't look like you'll survive much longer with that dart in your shoulder, especially when it's poisoned," answered Dumah calmly. "What!?" cried the pirate. "Yes, as you can see you have a dart stuck in your shoulder, after five minutes the poison toxins will eventually take hold and you will die like your friends, however I have this poison cure right here", Craven Image brandished a small vial filled with a green yet slimy looking liquid. "Tell me, what was your business down south if it wasn't looting?" The pirate hestitated and then the pain took hold of him again, "OK OK, it be several nights back now, we were all happily enjoying a pint back at the old shack just further north when we heard a knock on the door. Shantani goes to answer the door he does, from where I was sittin' I could only see a dark shape, whatever it was, he was wearing black armour or dark robes, he talked for a while but did not enter, then Shantani closes the door and sits down and tells of his little chat. It turned out that the Dark Warriors down south needed our assistance which be quite unusual and we would be payed a great deal for our duties. The next day we set off all the way down south to the castle of the Dark Warriors. What we saw there was to take our breath away for the castle was under siege, hobgoblins lined the walls in order and formation and within the ranks of hobgoblins could be seen the dark shapes of black demons. We had second thoughts but we carried on and tried to flank the hoardes, unfortunetly most of our number were wiped out and the few stragglers that did survive got killed by you scoundrals, now give me the cure or let me die in peace." Craven Image handed the old pirate the green slimy potion and he poured some on his wound and then drank the rest, Dumah had his sword ready and made sure he wasn't going to bother them again he growled and walked off into the distance, holding his injured shoulder. "Very interesting" murmured Craven Image. "What is?" answered Dumah. "Well what do you think? The pirate says he's been south to defend the dark warriors, surely the Asgarnians have not dared to attack the northern realms? If they haven't then there must be a force greater than the Zamorakian traits of the dark warriors," replied Craven Image, "Hmm well either way we haven't introduced ourselves, although I'm not content with companions on my travels I'd rather I know who I was travelling with. I am Dumah last of the Sarafan Priests," Dumah stated. "Well greetings Dumah, I am known as the Craven Image but you can call me Craven if you wish, I prefer to disclose my background but I'm sure this will not mean I hold anything against you," Craven replied. "Very well an introduction is an introduction, anyway if anything goes by what the dark warriors do i'd guess they have rebelled against a power too evil for even them to handle," Dumah said. "Well I have no place to go but south now, the wilderness is no place to be in times like this, follow me if you wish," Craven Image stated, "I follow whoever I choose and go wherever I wish," said Dumah in a slightly louder voice. "Very well... we might even have time to see if that pirate really has told the truth about the events at the dark castle..."

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 the smelly monkey, herself and her pet decided to die right there. The Girl 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

Its ok, the first paragraph sounds like an intro to some movie in an advert :lol:

ForsakenMage 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, goblings, 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 brough 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... Smokie Alduineth stood atop a tall hill, surveying the scene below with a grim horror. He was never one to show emotion, but the sight of destruction that lay beneath him invoked emotions and feelings too strong to be kept within. Falador, capital of Asgarnia, had fallen. As the Black Knight behind him gave a final wrench, Alduineth wiped the blood from his sword. He had slain many on his journey, if it could be called that, to Falador. While in Draynor Village, he had heard rumors that Falador -- no, all of Asgarnia was under siege, and rapidly failing. Almost at once Alduineth had brandished his blade and donned his armor, setting off at a dash towards Falador. A few miles into Asgarnian lands, Alduineth had encountered a fleeing batallion of White Knights, who told him of the Black Knights, and their imminent conquest of the entire realm of Asgarnia, and perhaps even the world. With those troubling words, Alduineth had parted from the White Knights. And now, after killing dozens of Black Knights, he found this: The great city of Falador, reduced to nothing more than a few flickering fires, and smoking heaps of rubble. As he looked across the horizon, Alduineth lay eyes on what was once the implacable fortress of the White Knights, now only a heap of bodies and disfigured stones. The buildings were in even worse condition; most were simply gone, and of the ones that remained, all were damaged beyond repair. Soot-blackened furniture lay upturned, pieces of wood lay burned into ashes, and everywhere were bodies of innocent people. Alduineth left the hill and entered the city. As he strode along once beautifully designed streets and walkways, an unmoving figure in the middle of the road caught his attention. As Alduineth approached the figure, he realized it was a little girl. Suddenly, Alduineth was overcome by a deep anguish, and he fell to his knees and wept. "How could those savages do something like this to a little girl?" he demanded of himself. "No," he thought to himself, regaining his composure, "I will not cry, I will avenge." With that Alduineth picked up the doll, and tucked it away in his travelling bag. He would fight and kill those responsible, but he could not do it alone.. JohnnySmum Dumah swiftly rolled to the right - narrowly escaping the fiery giant's massive club. He had been searching deep within the wilderness for clues to his quest, and had stumbled across creatures too vile to be uttered by any human tongue. The foul beast towered over him, cackling an obscene boast. Surely Dumah's soul would be devoured before this day was done. The ghastly titan heaved his mallet from the earth - lifting it skywards, like a malevolent angel with far too many wings. A nefarious grin stretched itself across the width of its scabrous face. Dumah, disabled by the prospect of his imminent death, noticed the faint outline of a ghostly figure appear behind the beast... Craven Image A flash of red light and a scream so piecing it could dull your heart, it echoed the dark dungeon from whence it came as the attacking giant heaved in agony, it turned just in time to see it's foe but as it raised it's fiery sword again to the sight of yet another foe a sword plunged into it's stomach, its nefarious grin soon faded to a suprised and dumbfounded expression as it stumbled backwards into a pool of lava. The Craven Image immidiately saw the unconcious body of Dumah and had not contemplated coming across such findings, his own business was not finished and he had little time to care for such matters, but findings turned to thoughts... what was this man doing so far from his homeland. He soon heard the moans of creatures ahead; further down the dark passage. "Chaos Dwarfs" he mumbled to himself, "and more than I can handle, especially without my sword". He turned and swiftly made a move down a dark passage, he turned and remembered the body, he turned and ran back up the passage and dragged the body as swiftly and as quietly down the passage just as he saw the blood stained face of a Chaos Dwarf. The marching of them must of dulled the cries of the battles for they seemed as though they were marching to a destination rather than to seek out what had caused the noises. Eventually the last of the dwarfs marched down the dark passage, deeper into the dungeon. He turned around and to his surprise saw the once unconcious body alive and well, too well he thought for he had his sword drawn and shield at the ready. "You silly fool, what do you think you're going to do with that sword, if you really want to fight me just try but I must tell you that the giant you were attempting to kill is already slain, unfortunetly it was slain before it could kill you it seems." Dumah immidiately replied to the dark robed figure standing in front of him, "I don't like the tone of your voice but it seems you may of saved my life if what you say is true, but why should I trust you if you talk in that way, tell me, what is your business down here and why should I trust you?". Craven Image thought to himself and decided it was best not to get into yet another battle and thus cooperated, "Well if you really want to know, I've been paying close attention to these lands; the wilderness. Most particularly i've seen large numbers of Zamorakian troops move in order and formation over these lands, which is unusual you see," Craven Image explained. "Carry on" Dumah said. "Look that is enough about me and this is no place to talk about long stories so either you tell me what your business is or we both carry on with our travels." Dumah agreed and lowered both sword and shield, "Yes this is no place for long stories, I am but a traveller. I am seeking a clue for which I need to complete my quest." "Well now we know each other we can part," Craven Image answered. Suddenly there was a bang far down the corridor in which the Chaos Dwarfs had passed, a gate had been opened and now there could be heard in the far distances of the dungeon the rumble of a rhythmic march and the clanging of armour some distance away. "I think it is time we parted, that sounds like the unleashing of some army down there and I do not intend to see them by," said Dumah. "I agree, I shall part this dungeon". They soon came out the dark corridor in which they had talked and into the circular room where Craven Image had slain the fire giant. They swiftly ran around the pool of lava and back down the corridor from whence they came back into the cold, dark night of the wilderness.

Sorry a bit late here... --------------------- Craven Image An enigma of the world of Gielinor, the Craven Image is of unknown origin and wanders the world in black shadow. He is formally known for his thieving background and can be seen in the city of Ardougne. Although he can swing a sword his prowess is in his magical abilities of which can cause harm and healing.

I think you may need onions.

A long quest in the high level wilderness would be really good. Would actually pose a challenge for people...

Well as it is making the skill easier I would say you would need to have a spade and you would need to dig before you can use the bury all option (so that you have a big enough hole to bury them in)

Buffy one and the neverwinter one would be my choices.