Buckeyemange

Thank you everyone! I used N.E.W.B. Because I could not think of anythhing for N.O.O.B I was thinking "Nobles Open Overstuffed Bank", but I didn't like it.

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Indeed :D

I did this to show that the family would not become a bragging group of high levels, showing off their wealth a power. And I don't know If i'll continue this, but you can read my other story, "He had lost his ways..."

Another day, another tuna. Wise words from his father, the words that many generations of Cathengers had lived by. The Cathenger family, from the first town records, have lived in the sea-side paradise of Catherby. They are fishing Gods, masters of the sea much like the ancient trawlers. In fact, it is rumored that a Gradfather-Son-Grandson team of Cathengers, only 3 strong, set the highest record in the famed trawler ever. They were truly masters of everything that swims. A Cathenger was the first to use a harpoon on something bigger than a tuna. A Cathenger was the first to find, hunt down, and catch a school of Sea turtles. A Cathenger was the first to harpoon a mighty Manta Ray, and A Cathenger was the first to win the fishing guild contest, beating someone using red vine worms. Out of the first 20 Fishing guild members, 5 of them were Cathengers. All 20 could have been, but death and bad fish had killed others. There has never been a better family bloodline for fishing. In fact, the Cathengers continue to set records. First stuffed Swordfish? A Cathenger. That Sailfish in the home of the mayor of Witchaven, the only one seen in the land of Runescape? Pulled out of the ocean by a Cathenger. The Fishing colonies first non-villager to catch a monkfish? A Cathenger. The records keep mounting. The Cathengers are rich, powerfull, and up to their necks in raw fish. They are still cooking what they have fished. Fish caught by the now dead great-grandfather of the youngest current Cathenger is still being cooked. And the Cathengers have developed a way to keep fish good, even after their fisher dies. How they do this is still unknown, it is one of Runescapes well hidden secrets. But the Cathengers, as famous as they may seem, are not widly known. They keep to themselves, and do not gloat of their victorys. They buy funiture from the greatest homebuilders, any tip well, but do not trade in person, sending flat-packed items and money back and forth. The Cathengers fish quietly, hidden in the crowd, not saying 99 when people ask for fishing levels. They keep to themselves, the Cathengers. They are happy with their progress. Even so, they now branch out. They realize that, with their wealth, they could imbark in new skills, buying seeds and paying farmers to watch their crops. But anyone who looks at the Hiscores will not see the Cathenger family. The reason is not known. It is though that the Cathengers asked Jagex for this, so they would not be attacked by beggers. But this is not true. They did not do this to avoid beggers, no. They did this on the dieing wish of the first Cathenger. And now, the tale ends. The story of the Cathengers, who's story goes hand in hand with fishing itself. It is said that the day the first fishermen taught the lands of fishing, the first Cathenger was there, learning. He promised he would become as good as the them. He was the first to Harpoon a tuna. Another day, another tuna indeed.

Very good!!!1111!!!111!!One!!!!!!!!eleven!!!!! I really like the two story lines, but when are they going to meet?

Put in helmets, make barrows effect 1/2.

Bump! While I'm typing, why does no one use this fourm?

Great Idea! How about this, if added to fish, the fish would become " Food-poisoned fish" or "Ill fish" Both of which would make you lose a skill level and not heal health. But what happenens if you add the seasoning to a fish pie? :-k

I like it! A new minigame would be nice, the monkey-gnome thing would also be a good expansion. However, the mini-game. Why Tokul? Where do the Tazarr come into this? I still like the idea as a hole.

That would be nice. You could use that info to calculate the rise and fall of items. That, however, would take a lot of work to track every player. Good idea, but hard to pull off.

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That was great!!!!!!111!!!!1!!!111!!!ONE!!!!!11one!!!eleven!!!! Ok, that may be a little two much. But still, that was great! Can you let me meet zezima some time? :thumbsup:

Yes :roll:

Very nice! My works are no where near as good as yours. Keep writing, and I cannot wait to read Chapters 5 & 6!

*cough* eastern lands soon *cough* That may be China *Cough* :-$ It could be put in an animal skin poutch. It could work. COULD.

Amen. I live in toledo (Where the tiger's farm team, the International league champ Mud Hens reside.) When Gomez went off, I was real happy. I was like, "Hey, I saw him play AAA!" Between him and Bruce gradkoskie (sp?), QB for the Bucs, it's good to be a Toledoian.

silk is from silkworms duh... :roll: jk. I was saying that it can be used in the new addition if it is release, because its pretty much useless except for quests, and making a 12 gp profit buying in alkaddy, selling in varrock clothes store :roll: That's me, the smartest 8th grader at my school =) I remember the silkworm thing from a social studies video....

I just don't like "Bucky" for some reason.... That and prayer noob.... :XD: Post 300 ftw!

As the warrior walked past me, I gasped in awe. His red armor gleamed, but dents made by the most powerful monsters were easily seen. He had to be a powerful warrior, and a rich one at that. The red mask with horns covering his face and the rare armor he wore was the only clue I needed. I, in my Skelleton top and legs, was no where near as cool as the warrior before me. I wanted to follow him, and see his ways. He walked to the port of Saradomin, and walked towards an off group of monk-warriors wearing strange armor. The leader of them and the warrior talked, and I listened... "You look like a warrior. Is there anything to kill around here? I need to stick my axe in something." He pulled out a large axe, a mighty weapon. "That Guthix!" The monk proclaimed. "We need all of the warriors we can get!" The monk all but dragged him on the boat, and I followed. A long sail was my reward. I fell asleep, dreaming of the last party at a friends house. The food, the games, that one girl.... And Then a fish hit me. Yes, a fish. "Get off the boat, we've finished the trip!" It was the cook. She could swing that tuna as hard as any warrior, so the invitation to leave was not needed. I awoke on a strange outpost in the south seas. A small village, with warriors running to the north part of the island. They were boarding a boat, a war landing ship. I saw the powerful warrior, and he was getting on. I raced down the dock. As the boat pulled away, I jumped on board. (Omg, 26 people in the game! Haxorz!) Everyone talked battle plans. The mighty warrior was in control. Everyone listen to the tactition. I myself am good with planing, and he was a mastermind. He rivaled the war cheifs of the gods themselves in the god wars. He told everyone what to do. Attack here, defend here, he new it all. But as he went over final plans, the boat hit the shores of a new island. Battle crys from dragon battle-axe holders and the sound of potions being tossed and shattering after use filled the air. One warrior, a lowly level 41, cowered near the boat. "Come little one! We must help defend the knight!" The warror said! 2 shifters came then, attacking the level 41. Both looked like they were just stronger than the low level, but he could not defend himself. The mighty warrior, in a blink of an eye, changed from a warrior to a Infinity wearing mage. He pulled out an odd and very old staff, purple and ozing with magic power. He held it up, and chanted odd words. The shifters froze, then vanished. "Are you ok?" I asked, running to the boy. "Here, take this." He gobbled up the cake thankfully. "Where did that guy go?" He asked. I turned, he had left. I ran to find him. When I did, he was infront of the main gate, trapped between monsters that would give young children nightmares. But the mighty warrior, still in his magic robes, was to much for the creatures. A blast of Ice killed 9 creatures, another blast killed 8, and another killed 9. His spells destroyed the creatures as fast as they spawned. I watched for the rest of the match. As I struggled with two spined creatures, the warrior's great axe and dragon scimitar sliced and diced beasts. He had to have destroyed the needed 50 dammage. And after we had won, he walked away from the lander, and players begged him to come back. "Ok," he said, "But you guys have to do something this time, I can't do it all myself."

silk in a skin?

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looks cool! :thumbsup:

That looks very nice! And for those who think hunting is slayer..... (Points towards sig) Click the hunting-slayer link!

1. I'm not talking about summoning 2. Why would it be a worthless skill? Don't just say that, back yourself up! **MORE STUFF ADDED TO FIRST POST!**