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Christian awoke to the loud sound of shouting. He climbed out of bed, and crept out of the hut. He looked outside. He saw smoke on the horizon, a sure sign that the enemy was there. He looked at a small sundial set into the ground at the center of camp. Almost midday. He had slept in a lot. He crept into Megan's tent, and she was already awake, cleaning her sword. He sat down beside her. "Good Morning," he said politely. "Oh, hi," she answered, looking up from her work. "Ready for today?" he asked. "Of course I am. We all have to be." "I guess you're right." "So, what's your plan?" "I'll let the knights eat lunch, then we'll move further inland." "Sounds good." "Yeah." Christian got up. He peered back out the hut, at the smoke on the horizon. He looked at his map, and found that today, if all went well, they could capture the city of Brimhaven. From there, he could send out smaller groups to wipe out the enemy on the rest of the island. He called his troops for lunch. After lunch, they assembled into their lines, retrieved their supplies, and began to walk toward the plumes of smoke on the horizon. It was a walk of about two miles. As they came into view of the city, they heard the distinct cry of a falcon. They looked over, and, within minutes, there were leigons of William's forces heading toward them. Christian thought about the situation as he sprinted toward the onslaught of troops. The battle began as they all do, both sides screaming a battle cry, rushing toward each other, and then, as the troops meet, the air is instantly filled with the sounds of metal-against-metal. That was all happening now. Christian and Megan were side-by-side. They were the very first to meet the enemy's charge, and they were ready. They swung their swords with expert accuracy, killing adversary after adversary. Christian heard the sound of a large horn. It was a very long blow, ending in a sudden high note. Christian knew what it meant right away. It meant that the troops were splitting up. One third of the army would go enter the city from the south side, another third from the north, and the rest from the east. Christian saw the white glint from their armor as they ran toward their objectives. Good men, he thought. Very good men. His thoughts were interuppted by a terrible scream. He turned around, just in time to raise up his sheild. He heard a terrible crash, as the whatever-it-was collided with his sheild. Christian jumped up, and swung his sword, just in time to notice the red glint in his enemy's armor. He had a blood red cape, with a Zamorakian symbol in the middle. The man slashed his large scimitar toward Christian's neck, and Christian jumped back. The man advanced at him again. Christian surprised the man. Rather than raising his sheld, as he would have expected, Christian blocked the attack, and swung back in a single move. The man was startled, and caught off guard. He stepped back, and Christian lunged at him, his sword swinging across the man's feild of vision, as a red blur. Then, everything went black, and Christian watched the Zamorakian's head roll of of the body, as it collapsed. As Christian was thanking Sardomin for his victory, he heard the same sound on the horn again. He was elated. One of the groups had taken the city, and now, they were going to help Christian's forces once again. The battle was quickly won, and the Saradominist army moved in, taking what supplies they needed, and preparing for the final battle yet to come, to help take back Mislathin.

Christian crossed the gangplank onto the ship, holding Megan's hand. He gave the order to begin their jouney to Karjama, to take it from William the Terrible's clutches. He decided to climb up the ladder to the crow's nest, just to see his surroundings. From the top of the mast, he could see quite an impressive fleet. In front and behind him were smaller ships, their cannons poised and loaded for battle. He climbed back down, and Megan greeted him at the bottom. "Nervous?" she asked. "Yeah, of course." "Me too." she answered. Christian looked into her eyes. He remembered all the times he had fought by her side. She had always been there. He decided that after the war, he was going to propose. If there was an after. His thoughts were interuppted by a squire. "The navigator says we'll be there in an hour. He suggests you ready the troops." "Thank you." Christian answered quickly. He descended down into the ship, where the White Knights were sleeping. He rang a bell, and they all awoke. They already knew their orders. They quickly put on their armor, unsheathed their swords, and prepared for battle. After an hour of terrible apprehension, Christian decided to start the attaack. He ran onto the deck, and brought with him, a lantern. He waved it back and forth in a specific pattern. The other ships saw the signal. It meant two things: they were to turn to the side, so that their cannons aimed at the Island, and the were also to extinguish all outside lights. Everybody obeyed. He also had his lights extinguished. As soon as they were all out, the two warships began firing their massive cannons toward the shore. All the Knights heard the BOOM sound of the massive artillery. That was their cue. They all ran onto the deck, to see that the enemy had retuned their fire, and the cannonballs were splashing all around them. They began to lower small rowboats into the water. Christian and MEgan climbed into the first one, and the Knights filed into rest. The two warships continued firing. The Knights began to row toward the shore, their boats rocking in the waves. As they neared the land, the powerful breakers caught the boats. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and Christian and Megan found themselves in the water. They looked back in time to see the scattered reamins of their boat sink below the waves. As they struggled against the waves, a boat already full of Knights stopped alongside them. They climbed in. But all the people were to heavy for the boat to hold. It megan to swamp. They continued rowing, drying desperately to reach the shore in time, before the boat sank completely. As the bow dissapeared below the surf, they heard the grinding of sand. They had reached the shore. They climbed out, soaking wet, but alive. They turned their swamped boat into it's side, and used it for cover as the ywaited for the rest of the troops. Their wait was short. The rest of the White Knights came to the beach in time to answer the charge of enemy soldiers. They got out from behind the boat, and, with Christian and his lady leading, they charged inland. As the enemy got closer, Christian eyed them closely. They were Black Knights, and in the rear of the ranks, there were also Dark Knights. As the two crowds of warriors clashed, Christian caught sight of a strange-looking Knight. He had a red cape, insted of the usual black. He was also the one giving orders. Christian sprinted over and lunged at the Knight, his blood red sword flashing in front of him. He aimed for the small spot between the helmet and breastplate. The Black Knight raised his sword, and blocked Christian's blow. Christian drew back, and the Knight swung. Christian blocked it, and raised his sheild. As the Knight pulled back his arm, for another swing, Christian lunged. The Knight raised his sword to block it once again, but the force of Christian's blow simply broke the sword in half. Christian swung, and the Knight's head was neatly cut off. The body collapsed, dead. Christian looked over to see Megan surrounded by her enemys. He dove into the crowd, stabbing one in the back. He looked up, and four more remained, now attempting to kill both of them. He swung, and one warrior was promply cut in two. Megan dove at the one closest to her, and her sword ran cleany through the man's helmet into his face. She spun around. A large Black Knight bore down on her, and she held up her sheld, which almost brok under the weight of the blow. She stepped back, and then rushed forward, swinging with all of her might. Her sword stabbed the Knight in the chest, and she jumped over to aid Christian. He was fighting another Knight, and she spun around and stabbed his back. As he died, a crowd of White Knights caught up with them. T hey advanced, and ran into the village, where William's forces had been staying. Two Knights raided each house, and, within minutes, the enemy reatreated further inland. Christian found two huts, across the path from each other, and took shelter in one of them. Megan stayed in the other. He decided that at noon the next day, he would continued on, to charge further into the island.

Christian walked over to the table. On it was a large map, almost like a gameboard, with small metal figures, some silver-colored, some gold, on it. Sir Andrew, along with the rest of the clan, the highest ranking White Knights, and a couple high Paladins sat arranged around it, studying the map, and rearranging the figures. Christian sat down. "Sir Andrew, I report to you as ordered." "Good. As my squire has told you, I invited you to help fight this war. This map in front of us is of the entire continent we call RuneScape." He bagan pointing at figures. "Those pawns represent Paladin forces, those, the White Knights, and the other ones represent our clan." "All those others represent William's army and allies." Christian studied it more closely. "I have the entire clan here right now, but we will soon split up. You, Christian, are to work with the Paladins. Any other nations have already told us they will stay neutral." "You expect me to lead them?" Christian answered questioningly. "I just joined a month ago!" "You are new to the clan, but obviously you're very experienced in battle. I trust you will be a great leader." Christain nodded. "I will do my best." "Good. Here is our plan. William has already attacked. We are ammassing a huge counterattack. Our allies include the White Knights, Paladins, and Falador Guards. William has Mislathin's forces, Morytania, and Brimhaven. You, with the Paladins, will take a ship to the south and take Karjama Isle. The Guards will stay here and defend Asgarnian soil. The White Knights will take Morytania. After we have all those, we will push ahead and take all of Mislathin. Fire of Sardomin is going to stay with the Guards, to help defend this very land here. Except you. You are the only one going. I trust you. Good luck." Just then, there was a knock on the door. A servant answered, and Megan walked inside. The squire had explained the whole situation to her, and it was decided that she would help Christian. After a day of careful planning, they all went to bed. Their missions started tomorrow.

Saga of the Saradominist-chapter 7 Christain woke up to the sound of knocking on his door. He quickly put on his clothes and answered it. He was surprised to see Sir Andrew's squire. "Is something wrong?" "Yes, I have grave news." "ok, what is it?" The squire began a terrible story. "I was in the Varrok palace, talking to Sir Pyrson, when it happened. I heard a scream, and it was coming from the royal throne room. I ran inside, and I found King Roald, lying on the ground, half-dead, a poisoned dagger in his chest. I ran to find the castle guards, but they were already fighting somebody. I didn't know who. I ran back to the king, who had lost consciousness. I felt for his pulse. There was none. He was dead. But that isn't the worst part." Christian paused. "So, what is the worst part?" The day after, as I ran to find Sir Andrew, I saw a young boy holding a copy of the Varrok Herald. I got off of my horse and took it. It read: 'King Roald assasinated. No new heir to the throne. Mislathin thrown into anarchy. However, there may be a new leader stepping up.' I read about the ceremony, and everything, but I was terrifed to read the name of the new leader." Christain asked again, troubled by the Squire's story. "Why? Who is the new leader?" The squire gulped. "The new king is," he grimaced, "William the terrible." Christian gasped. William the Terrible?! But, William was the leader of the Defenders of Zamorak clan. Zamorak's most violent followers had taken over Mislathin? Christian eyed the squire closely. "So, what do the people think of this?" The squire answered, "They think he is a 'capable leader." "He's going to 'lead' them to war." "Yes, exactly. I came here to tell you that William and his new allies have declared wear on Asgarnia! He wants more power!" "So, Fire of Saradomin is going to help, right?" "Exactly. You are to reprot to Sir Andrew at the White Knight's castle at once. I have already brought out your horse." Christain walked to the door. "Well, let's go!" Christian took some food, and his armor and clothes, and put them in his backpack. He ran outside and mounted his horse. As the two people galloped toward Falador, Christain stopped. "Can we bring Megan along? Her home is just off the path." "Yes, I was going to find her after you got to the Castle." They continued on. As they rode into Falador, Christian ordered the squire to go get Megan, from her home in the upper floor in one of the beautiful white buildings. The squire obeyed, and Christian continued to the castle, eager to fight for Asgarnia, and to help put Mislathin back in good hands. ----to be continued

look, Christainity is more than just going to church. This might sound weird, and you probably won't understand it, but, Christianity is about having a relationship with God. This is hard to explain, but, like, someone's life changes a lot when they accept Jesus. It's not about going to a building, its about worshipping God, and serving what he wants. Now, when I wrote that story, I didn't want it to become a religous discussion. I thought talking about the RS gods was kind of fun. (And that fable about the idol, and the making priests rich, couldn't be further from the truth. I was absolutely infuriated to read that.)

Chapter one Christian looked at the board. It was a wooden bulletin board, hung in the Blue Moon Inn. It hd the words "Clan Recrutment" on it. Below that was a piece of paper, with several different clan leaders posting all kinds of information. One caught his eye. Follow Saradomin was the title of the posting. He looked down. There was a short comment. It simply read, "If you are a follower of Saradomin, and a strong warrior, then join the Fire Of Sardomin clan. We are a PKing clan, but of a special type. We kill ONLY players who are skulled, or are wearing or using Anti-Saradominist symbols, equipment, or worship. We also work peacfully to promote Saradominism, and help others in a way that would please him. Requirements: You must have: A cape of fire (Which you earned yourself) A full set of weapons and equipment, we WILL NOT SUPPLY A holy symbol A powerful faith in Saradomin You must not have: An unholy symbol Zamorak or Guthix Armor A strong Faith in Zamorak, Guthix, or any other god before Saradomin Other requirements: lvl 99 prayer (prayer denotes devoutness) a complete prayer book Rules and uniform: You must ALWAYS wear your holy symbol You must always wear either your cape of fire or the clan cape NEVER wear any Zamorakian or Guthixian symbols, armor, or the like Never attack somebody who hasn't been attacking others himself. ANYONE CAUGHT BREAKING THE RULES WILL BE EXCOMMUNICATED!!!!!" Christian looked down at his steel armor. He was but a simple level 37, and the most powerful enemy he had ever killed was a black knight. But he was a strong follower of Sardomin, and wanted to join. He knew it would be hard, but he was commited. He WOULD get his cape of fire, and he WOULD get 99 prayer. Chapter two So there Christian was, a month after first seeing the clan advertisement on the wall. He had gone to increase his skill in fighting and in prayer. He had finally fought and vanquished a pickaxe-weilding chaos dwarf. He had to fight very many creatures for experience. He buried all the bones, and now he had enough prayer to enter the monostary. He had bought a holy symbol. He had gotten it blessed. He was moving ever closer to being eligible to join the powerful clan Fire of Saradomin. He had sold his steel armor for some mithril, and was soon to be able to wear adamant. He decided to go PK, for a greater challenge and some spoils of battle. He remembered the clan rule that said, "No PKing somebody who has not already PK'd somebody else." He knew that there was some weird way to know. A killer had a certain way about him, you could see it in their eyes. Many people imagined a skull symbod above their head. It was simply a way to tell. It was then that he saw her. She was running with all her might, from a man in dark, black armor. The man had a green sword, much like his own adamant scimitar. He looked into the girl's eyes. Innocence. She was scared for her life. He could see the evil look on the man's face, even through his helmet. He gave chase. He caught up to the man, and thrust his scimitar into his back. The man turned around, and Christian saw an unholy symbol around his neck. The killer slashed his sword with all his might at Christian. Christian lifted up his sheild, which nearly broke under the force of the blade. The killer drew back his sword for another attempt. Christian had his chance. He thrust his scimitar forward with all his strenght, directly for the small spot between the killer's helmet and breastplate. The killer jumped back, only hurt slightly. He attempted to stab Christian, and the sword peirced through his armor, causing Christian to slow down, and hold his wound for a brief second. THe man came at him again, slashing with everything he had. Christian raised his sheild, and the force of the sword pushing on his sheild threw him onto his back. The killer tackled him, the point of his sword in front. Christian braced himself. THe sword peirced the flesh on his arm, and it left a bleeding wound. Chrisian summoned all his strength, and uttered a short prayer to help him. He thrust the mann off of him. The man rolled over, and Christian dove on top of him, swinging his scimitar directly through the man's armor, stabbing the heart. The killer rolled over, coughed, and his body went limp. He dropped his sword and sheild. Christian picked them up, along with the unholy symbol and some food. He ate the food, to make himself fell better. He then started a fire, and dropped the symbol into it. He could have sold it, but, regardless of his profit, that could be considered an act of Zamorakianism. He left his fire to burn itself out and continued along his journey. The young girl was nowhere to be found. He buried the bones in an old cemetery, and headed south, to buy some more food, so he could continue his adventures. Chapter three Christian looked off he bow of the ship. He saw the island coming up before him. He knew why he was going there. He was on a mission to slay the dragon and be rewarded with the privelidge of full rune. As the ship came ashore, he stopped for a second. Was he really ready. Yes, he was. He hiked to the top of the mountain, and down into the dungeon. He fought the many creatures guarding the Dragon's lair, and opened the door to the dragon. He stopped, clutching his holy symbol in his hand. He prayed quickly, and charged the dragon. The dragon looked up, and saw Christian running at him. Startled, it roared. The roar was frightening, but Christian was undeterred. He continued running, despite his fear. He jumped toward the dragon, imbedding his sword deep into it's flesh. The dragon screamed and roared in it's low, loud voice. Christian pulled the sword out, and swung again. But he didn't have time. THe dragon roared fire from it's mouth. Christian quickly held up his sheild, and it creaked and strained against the flame. But it prevailed. Christian charged the dragon once more. He slashed his sword deep into it's stomach, creating a long gash. The dragon reared up and brought it's claws down into Christian's back. The claws made bright sparks against his adamant platebody. The force of the dragon's foot threw him hard against the wall. He rolled back onto his feet, his sword held high. The dragon lunged at him once more. He held out his sheild, and it took the blow, bending against the dragon's weight. The hit disoriented him for a minute, but he fought back. He uttered a short prayer to Saradomin, and dove at the beast, stabbing his sword deep into the beast's neck. The dragon collapsed in the ground, growling. There it died. Christian was teleported away from the island, back home, where he went to finally buy his rune. He was one step closer to joining the Fire of Saradomin clan. Chapter four Christian looked up from the rock. He had been feverishly running and climbing all day, to get himself in better condition. He wanted to be faster, more agile, so he knew he had to exercise. He was drinking from a glass of water when he saw her. She was running down the path, jumping over everything in her way. He closed his eyes. He had seen her before, but had never talked to her. He thought back to his first encounter. She was a young warrior, training in the wilderness. Christian saw her just in time to find a vicious killer attacking her. He attacked the killer, and had won. But she was nowhere to be found. She had run away during the fight. He finally realized how beautiful she was. Gorgeous blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and a body that would look great in a pair of platelegs. He realized that this might be his chance to meet her. He walked over to the end of the path she was running. He sat down, pretending to mind his own business. She finally came to the end of the path and lay down on the ground, breathing hard. He knew he had a tendency to embarrass himself with girls, but he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t care. She finally caught her breath. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅHi,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Bob was very proud. He had in his possesion the most powerful staff in RuneScape. Some Zarosens disagreed, saying that Zaros's staff of cheese was better, but what could melted cheese do? Peanut butter was almost as sticky. And, using its mighty power, Bob was the master of enchanting items so that they had a tendency to get stuck to the roof of one's mouth. One day, as he was walking down the long path between Falador and the Barbarian village, he heard some commotion. "What is that spell?" he heard someone say. He hadn't cast any of his own. It must be someone else's unique spells. He turned around to see what it was. Just then, a hot, purple glob slammed into his chest. He flew back, and his back hurt where he landed. He got up, and saw a man running toward him. The man had a very unique staff, with a purple jelly-like orb on the top. Bob quickly fired one of his own spells. The blob of hot peanut butter sailed toward his enemy, dazing him for a second. The man sprinted closer, and began to swing his staff. Bob blocked the blows. He stepped back just long enough to let loose another peanut butter missle. It hit the man head-on, knocking him off of the path. He got up and took cover behind a bush. Bob ran behind him. The man got up, and held his staff. A large purple tsunami appeared behind him. It crashed down. Bob was sucked under, and he struggled to get up. He waved his staff and yelled. A rushing flash flood of peanut butter engulfed his adversary. The mysterious man stood up, a look of rage and hatred in his eyes. Both men sprinted toward each other. As they got ever closer, Bob stabbed his staff into the ground in front of him. He vaulted into the air, and swung his legs out in front of him. His feet slammed into the man's face. The man staggered back, then regained his balance. He swung his staff at Bob. Bob held out his own staff, and the two collided. The orbs on their staves made contact. Each combatant pushed with all his might against the other. They looked at their staves. The swirls of peanut butter in Bob's orb began to move. The Jelly in the man's orb shook like gelatin. Suddenly, there was a great flash of light. Both orbs exploded, spreading PB&J all over the ground. Both men gagged as the flood overtook them. Bob struggled. He reached the surface in time to see the effects of the terrible explosion. Both sandwhich ingredients covered the ground. Where Bob was, there was mostly peanut butter, as opposed to the other man, who was engulfed in jelly. Wait? Where is the other guy? Bob thought. He looked around. He finally realized what had happened. The peanut butter spread more easily than the jelly, like it always does. The jelly hardly spread at all, so it collected at one point in a deep, messy blob. The peanut butter, since it was spread more evenly, was not so deep, so Bob could climb out. The other man was not so fortunate. Bob looked at his staff. The shattered remains of his orb hung on the end. His staff was destroyed. He didn't have the money or the recources to get the runes to make another, so he walked off, deciding what staff to build next.....

part 3 Bob landed in Falador. The floe of peanut butter quickly receded, and the ground was clean once again. Bob was amazed. His staff could do anything. He decided to go fight some other wizards. He walked south, to the field where the elemental wizards practiced. He began talking to them, showing his staff. They were offended. The elemental wizards practiced magic in their elements religously. They all converged on Bob, all casting spells at once. He began to cast a missle spell again, aiming at the air mage. It flew over, and the mage collapsed on the ground, covered in peanut butter. The fire mage cast a fire missle. He held up his staff, and the power of the peanut butter blocked it. Bob flew back, knocked on the ground. He launched another missle spell, and the fire mage blocked it with his staff. But, just as real peanut butter hardens with heat, so did his missle. The essence from the fire cooked the butter, and it hardened. It struck the fire mage, and he fell to the ground, unconscious. The other mages were struck with fear. They ran away. As the Mortifier glared at him, cursing under his breath, Bob walked away, proud of his staff. As Bob dissappeared past the horizon, he looked back. He saw the mages speaking with a man. The man had a staff. It featured a purple, gelatinous orb at the top.

Okay, that thing in part two, where, like, 3/4 of the story was underlines, was a BIG mistake. heh heh. so ignore that.

part 2 Bob looked up at his staff. It had a small, light brown orb at the top. It looked a lot like a staff of earth, but in the brown were swirls, and he saw what looked like chunks of peanuts. Amazing, he thought. He now held the magic of all things peanut butter in his hands. He went to his bank, and took out a sanwhich, which he had gotten from a lady he had met on the road. He opened it up, and looked at the contents. Ham & cheese. He decided to try his new staff. He looked down at the ham and cheese. He bagan to cast a spell on it, as if he was using alchemy. Suddenly, before his eyes, the ham & cheese instantly became peanut butter! He replaced the bread, then put the sanwhich in his mouth. It was one of the greatest foods he had ever tasted. The peanut butter was absolutely perfect. Extra creamy, just the way he liked it. He wondered what else [garden tool] could do. He walked towards the rune shop. On the road stood an imp. He looked at it. He focused on it, raised his staff, and began to recite a spell, much like a missle spell. Then, between his hands, and large glob of hot peanut butter formed. It sped towards the helpless imp. The imp was struck head-on, and fell to the ground, dead. He walked over. Everything the imp dropped lay before him. He didn't want any of it. It was simply some ash, and a small ball of wool. It was all soaked in a puddle of peanut butter anyway. He wondered how powerful his new staff was. He decided to put it to the test. He walked into the square. As passers-by looked at his staff, with the swirls and peanut chunks in the orb, they began to frantically ask to buy it. It was one-of-a-kind. He didn't want to part with it. He told them all to leave. They continued following him. He decided to try his power again. He looked into the center of the crowd. He began to recited a powerful binding spell. Instead of simply binding the crowd where it stood, an enourmous wave of peanut butter engulfed them. They were unable to move inside the sticky mess. He knew that they would eventually climb out. But right now, he took advantage of this opportunity. He recited a teleportation spell, and a large flow of peanut butter carried him to Falador, far from the people who wanted to buy his staff. This new power was awesome. He could now use peanut butter for any sort of spell! (art 3 coming soon on this forum thread)

Part one Bob looked around at the nature rune temple. He was a master Runecrafter, the best RuneScape ever knew. He could create any rune, in the blink of an eye. But this was new. He put his hand into his backpack and pulled out a large number of runes. He pulled out a single chip of rune essence. He used hundreds of water, fire, air, and nature runes with the altar. He also used a single peanut. There was a large flash of light. He flew backwards, landing hard on the ground. He stood back up, dazed. He walked back up to the altar. On it stood a lone Peanut Butter Rune. He picked it up. It felt no different than any other rune. He looked at it. There was a picture on it's face, of a jar. The large bottom part was brown, and the lid was light blue. He put it in his pocket. He was going to sell it. It would be worth millions, because it was one-of-a-kind. He transported out of the temple, then used his magic skills to teleport directly to Varrok. As he walked into the square, ready to sell his new rune, he glanced at Zaff's shop. He got another idea. He bought a simple staff, then went to the bank, and picked up an uncharged orb. He found a secluded spot, where nobody would see, and used his rune with the staff. There was another flash of light. He realized he had just created a Peanut Butter Staff. (Part 2 coming soon on this forum thread.)

I understand what you say about pl8skirts. but, the reason I said, "A body that would lok good in pl8legs" is to describe her figure. The person that the charactar is based on is tall, and has a nice figure. and a pair of pl8legs would fit that figure perfectly. (I hope the real person isn't reading this!)

Christian looked up from the rock. He had been feverishly running and climbing all day, to get himself in better condition. He wanted to be faster, more agile, so he knew he had to exercise. He was drinking from a glass of water when he saw her. She was running across the agility course, jumping over everything in her way. He closed his eyes. He had seen her before, but had never talked to her. He thought back to his first encounter. She was a young warrior, training in the wilderness. Christian saw her just in time to find a vicious killer attacking her. He attacked the killer, and had won. But she was nowhere to be found. She had run away during the fight. He finally realized how beautiful she was. Gorgeous blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and a body that would look great in a pair of platelegs. He realized that this might be his chance to meet her. He walked over to the end of the path she was running. He sat down, pretending to mind his own business. She finally came to the end of the path and lay down on the ground, breathing hard. He knew he had a tendency to embarrass himself with girls, but he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t care. She finally caught her breath. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅHi,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

HEY ZAROS! SHUSH! Don't be giving away the next part of the story. I wrote Sailors & Warriors for fun, and then I decided to make a bigger story out of it. But you don't need to be giving things away like that. >=(

Christian looked off he bow of the ship. He saw the island coming up before him. He knew why he was going there. He was on a mission to slay the dragon and be rewarded with the privelidge of full rune. As the ship came ashore, he stopped for a second. Was he really ready. Yes, he was. He hiked to the top of the mountain, and down into the dungeon. He fought the many creatures guarding the Dragon's lair, and opened the door to the dragon. He stopped, clutching his holy symbol in his hand. He prayed quickly, and charged the dragon. The dragon looked up, and saw Christian running at him. Startled, it roared. The roar was frightening, but Christian was undeterred. He continued running, despite his fear. He jumped toward the dragon, imbedding his sword deep into it's flesh. The dragon screamed and roared in it's low, loud voice. Christian pulled the sword out, and swung again. But he didn't have time. THe dragon roared fire from it's mouth. Christian quickly held up his sheild, and it creaked and strained against the flame. But it prevailed. Christian charged the dragon once more. He slashed his sword deep into it's stomach, creating a long gash. The dragon reared up and brought it's claws down into Christian's back. The claws made bright sparks against his adamant platebody. The force of the dragon's foot threw him hard against the wall. He rolled back onto his feet, his sword held high. The dragon lunged at him once more. He held out his sheild, and it took the blow, bending against the dragon's weight. The hit disoriented him for a minute, but he fought back. He uttered a short prayer to Saradomin, and dove at the beast, stabbing his sword deep into the beast's neck. The dragon collapsed in the ground, growling. There it died. Christian was teleported away from the island, back home, where he went to finally buy his rune. He was one step closer to joining the Fire of Saradomin clan.

I met my best friend playing a video game against him. But my dad just hates video games. For example, he set up this "one-hour-a-day-rule." It's okay, i can live with it. And when my sister got on for the 1st time all day, he says get off and she says why? And he gives the lamest excuse, he says, "Because I don't want video games to be THE driving influence in your life." :? It's like he thinks that they'll suck you into the screen and chain you in some kind of jail! what the heck?! b But the HE's on the internet until the wee hours of the morning, and HE is the one I get up to find asleep in front of the TV.

I can't answer youyr question, because i'm a lowly lvl 37, but I just read the forum to see how many players actually own a fire cape. Does anybody? anyone at all?

So there Christian was, a month after first seeing the clan advertisement on the wall. He had gone to increase his skill in fighting and in prayer. He had finally fought and vanquished a pickaxe-weilding chaos dwarf. He had to fight very many creatures for experience. He buried all the bones, and now he had enough prayer to enter the monostary. He had bought a holy symbol. He had gotten it blessed. He was moving ever closer to being eligible to join the powerful clan Fire of Saradomin. He had sold his steel armor for some mithril, and was soon to be able to wear adamant. He decided to go PK, for a greater challenge and some spoils of battle. He remembered the clan rule that said, "No PKing somebody who has not already PK'd somebody else." He knew that there was some weird way to know. A killer had a certain way about him, you could see it in their eyes. Many people imagined a skull symbod above their head. It was simply a way to tell. It was then that he saw her. She was running with all her might, from a man in dark, black armor. The man had a green sword, much like his own adamant scimitar. He looked into the girl's eyes. Innocence. She was scared for her life. He could see the evil look on the man's face, even through his helmet. He gave chase. He caught up to the man, and thrust his scimitar into his back. The man turned around, and Christian saw an unholy symbol around his neck. The killer slashed his sword with all his might at Christian. Christian lifted up his sheild, which nearly broke under the force of the blade. The killer drew back his sword for another attempt. Christian had his chance. He thrust his scimitar forward with all his strenght, directly for the small spot between the killer's helmet and breastplate. The killer jumped back, only hurt slightly. He attempted to stab Christian, and the sword peirced through his armor, causing Christian to slow down, and hold his wound for a brief second. THe man came at him again, slashing with everything he had. Christian raised his sheild, and the force of the sword pushing on his sheild threw him onto his back. The killer tackled him, the point of his sword in front. Christian braced himself. THe sword peirced the flesh on his arm, and it left a bleeding wound. Chrisian summoned all his strength, and uttered a short prayer to help him. He thrust the mann off of him. The man rolled over, and Christian dove on top of him, swinging his scimitar directly through the man's armor, stabbing the heart. The killer rolled over, coughed, and his body went limp. He dropped his sword and sheild. Christian picked them up, along with the unholy symbol and some food. He ate the food, to make himself fell better. He then started a fire, and dropped the symbol into it. He could have sold it, but, regardless of his profit, that could be considered an act of Zamorakianism. He left his fire to burn itself out and continued along his journey. The young girl was nowhere to be found. He buried the bones in an old cemetery, and headed south, to buy some more food, so he could continue his adventures. ----to be continued

well however you pronounce or spell it, Zarosen is a religon seprerate from my own. And I understand your Aura statement, I simply think that it works differently. Besides, This is all mythical. I am a Christian in real life. A strong one

ok, i'll edit it. Thanx guys.

hmm. Well, without an aura, Guthix did lose power, qand become mortal. But it doesn't matter if you believe or not. I don't explect you to believe. You are a follower of Zaros, so you follow Zaros's teachings. This revelation is a teaching of Saradomin, if you noted during the biginning of the story. And, since you're a Zarosist, you don't believe in Saradominism, and since I'm a Sardominist, I don't agree with Zarosism. So neither of us have any hope of convincing the other anything unless one of us converts, and I sure as heck will not.

alright, thanks. I'm new to the forum, and i didn't know how to do that.

I'm guessing that you're a faithful follower of Guthix. And that is a good comparison, humans and tomaotes but even if humans can't change, neutrality is an Idea, not a physical form. I could turn from a Saradominist, promoter of good, to a zamorakian, but no, I can't become a tomato. Guthix simply changes his ideas and feelings, not his form. Hs weakened power makes it easier. Now I Myself, Hungryblader, am a follower of Saradomin first, and foremost. but, I may sometimes respect Guthix, and sometimes not. It depends on what he is doing. I will admit that he is better than Zamorak, but he will not always be, as the final chapter shows. But for now, I agree, he is powerful.

Christian looked at the board. It was a wooden bulletin board, hung in the Blue Moon Inn. It hd the words "Clan Recrutment" on it. Below that was a piece of paper, with several different clan leaders posting all kinds of information. One caught his eye. Follow Saradomin was the title of the posting. He looked down. There was a short comment. It simply read, "If you are a follower of Saradomin, and a strong warrior, then join the Fire Of Sardomin clan. We are a PKing clan, but of a special type. We kill ONLY players who are skulled, or are wearing or using Anti-Saradominist symbols, equipment, or worship. We also work peacfully to promote Saradominism, and help others in a way that would please him. Requirements: You must have: A cape of fire (Which you earned yourself) A full set of weapons and equipment, we WILL NOT SUPPLY A holy symbol A powerful faith in Saradomin You must not have: An unholy symbol Zamorak or Guthix Armor A strong Faith in Zamorak, Guthix, or any other god before Saradomin Other requirements: lvl 99 prayer (prayer denotes devoutness) a complete prayer book Rules and uniform: You must ALWAYS wear your holy symbol You must always wear either your cape of fire or the clan cape NEVER wear any Zamorakian or Guthixian symbols, armor, or the like Never attack somebody who hasn't been attacking others himself. ANYONE CAUGHT BREAKING THE RULES WILL BE EXCOMMUNICATED!!!!!" Christian looked down at his steel armor. He was but a simple level 37, and the most powerful enemy he had ever killed was a black knight. But he was a strong follower of Sardomin, and wanted to join. He knew it would be hard, but he was commited. He WOULD get his cape of fire, and he WOULD get 99 prayer. -----to be continued

thanks. The only regret I have is the title. Because after I posted it, I realized that the beginning was about sailor, but the best part was about warriors, and the sailors, whose tale it is, are dead.