Competition story winners below First place for Zamorak by celticqueen8 [hide]Author's Note: Zamorak speaks IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS, Guthix speaks in lowercase letters, and Saradomin speaks With Capital First Letters. __________________________________________________ Gods play games with the lives of men. Not chess--only two sides. Not poker--too many rules. No, gods prefer dice. It's fair, and there's always an opportunity to cheat. In Gielinor, there are many gods and many games. But only three gods matter, and only one game decides the fate of the realm. "MYSELF BLESS IT!" swore the god in red and black robes. His eyes were scarlet embers, and glistening horns protruded from the sides of his head. "calm down zamorak," said the god on Zamorak's right. He was dressed in druidic robes and the only thing of note on his head was the lack of hair. "it's just a game." "YOU WOULDN"T SAY THAT IF YOU HAD LOST." "You Win Some, You Lose Some," replied the god on Zamorak's left. His long snow-white beard obscured part of his sky-blue robes. "Shall We Get On With The Game Then? I'd Like To Test My Rangers Against Your Army, Zamorak." Zamorak snorted. "THEY'LL BE EASY TO DEFEAT." "count me out for this round," Guthix said. "VERY WELL. YOUR ROLL, SARADOMIN." Saradomin picked up the dice and threw. They landed on a triangular table, upon which a map of Gielinor lay. This was no ordinary map, for it was the same size as the land it detailed. "Two Sixes And An Eight. That's My Barbarian To The Portal And Two Rangers To Yours." Zamorak examined the three cubes. "CHEATER. THAT'S MY DOMAIN." He tossed the dice. "AHA. THREE NINES." "Now Who's Cheating?" challenged Saradomin. Their game was watched by several other beings of power. "Oh, I love this part,” commented Iban. "Necromancers and their skeleton armies. Beat that Saradomin!" "Astnhott'nwl?ohyunhaot," queried the Chaos Elemental. "Of course it was an unholy throw! He's Zamorak, isn't he?" responded a dwarf god. "...ossseugI," the elemental said doubtfully. The dice thrown by Saradomin and Zamorak were cubes no longer. The battling gods threw glowing orbs that flickered red and blue as each tried to outmaneuver the other. Oohs went up from the spectators as Zamorak rolled Complete Obliteration and destroyed Saradomin's remaining forces. "AS I SAID. THEY WERE EASY TO DEFEAT," Zamorak said smugly. "shall i play winner?" asked Guthix as Saradomin stalked angrily away. "i have some sea slugs i want to try out." "YOU'RE ON. MY ROLL." Zamorak threw, and the games began anew as they have done for centuries. [/hide] Second place for Zamorak by Dimitrix (Finnish) [hide]Siin’ makaa Olavi Kaarlonpoika, piesty. Näil’ taistelukentil’ kunniavartios’ saateltu. Ol’ häntä kyljestä repäisty, kuin riistaeläintä raadeltu. Ol’ häl’ kokemusta, pahemmastakin selviydytty, hengissä aina taistoista kävellyt pois. Kuink’ tähän ol’ päädytty? Miten tästä viel’ Olavi selvitä vois’? Peto suuri ja julma, purrut, kynsinyt, kaik’ tieltään tappanut. Tuo leijona ol’ sotilaille surma, mut’ vertaisekseen Olavi itselleen katsonut. Raskaan kirveen heilahdus, osuman voima miehen murskais’. Oli pedoltakin päässyt parahdus, mut’ edes tuo isku ei hengiltä sitä sais. Vasten Olavia koko voimallaan heittäytyi, miehen maahan painoi. Kuolemaansa veteraanimmekin pelästyi, vaik’ pedon hetkiä viimeisiä suullansa vannoi. Pimeys, tuo sotilaalle ystävä viimeisin, ol’ Olavin osakseen ottanut. Pimeys, pehmeä, tuskaa rauhoittavin, ei sankarin henki kuitenkaan viel’ kadonnut. Käytti toveri voimaa mustaa, itse pimeyttäkin vahvempaa. Huudahti vihulainen: ”Katsokaa!”, ei oltu nähty Olavin ilmettä tuimempaa. Punaisin silmin, paholaisen voimin, ol’ Olavi saanut mahdollisuuden toisen. Barbaari, mies uskollinen Zamorakin, elinvoimaa sai tappaen linnun lentäväisen. Pedon vuoro, kuolema, tämä olkoon Olavin kosto. Takanansa koko pimeyden voima, ei siihen vaadittu kuin yksi kirveen nosto. Urho, sankari taistelun, kotiansa ansaitusti kaipasi. Kauniin vaimonsa tavoitellun, syliin rauhaan halusi. Kotonansa ei kuullut vaimonsa anelun, hurmoksessaan, nälissään vain puraisi. Sisällänsä jää, veri vaimon poisti palelun. Ilman rakastaan, mistä voimaa elämään hän keräisi? Julmista julmin on mestari, urheimpansakin uhreiksi heittää. Zamorakin nimeä kantava petturi, jos sillä omaa mahtiansa kehittää. Olavi, tuo lauluissa kehuttu, vaimonsa tappaja, kirottu. Ainiaaksi vaimo kadotettu, muille voitto juhlittu. [/hide] VERY rough google translation for the Finnish poem above [hide]-Member "lying Olavi Kaarlonpoika, beaten. Nail 'taistelukentil' kunniavartios' saateltu. Ol 'ripped the side of him, raadeltu than wild animals. Ol 'hal' experience, pahemmastakin selviydytty, alive always walked away from the battle. Kuink 'this ol' arrived? How about this Dreary Olavi find you "? Large predators and cruel, bitten, kynsinyt, Crises and 'Path killed. That lion ol 'soldiers killed, But "vertaisekseen Olavi himself held. Heavy ax change, hit-man force murskais'. Pedoltakin had reached a scream, But not even that blow did not kill the fold. Against Olavia threw the whole power, country's weight. Veteran was afraid of death, though "the beast of the last moments with his mouth vowed. Darkness, a friend of the soldier brings the latest, ol 'St. Olaf has attracted. Darkness, a soft, soothing pain, hero's life is not, however, viel "disappeared. Accommodation used the power of blacks, darkness stronger self. Vihulainen exclaimed: "Look!" had not been seen at St. Olaf's look tuimempaa. With red eyes, the devil's forces, ol 'Olavi received the second opportunity. Barbarian, a man loyal to Zamorakin, vitality was killing birds lentäväisen. Turn the beast, dying, this shall be at St. Olaf's Revenge. Fireplace Mesh whole power of darkness, it is not required as a hatchet lifting. Urho, the hero of the battle, home with their deservedly missed. Beautiful wife sought, into the arms of peace he wanted. Kotonansa anelun not heard of his wife, trance, hungry just bitten. Sisällänsä ice, blood-wife removed the cold. Without the love, the power of life, he would gather? Is the cruellest of cruel master urheimpansakin victims down. Zamorakin bearing the name of the traitor, if it develops its own power. Olavi, brings acclaimed songs, his wife's killer, damn. Forever lost his wife, others celebrated victory.[/hide] Saradomin's 1st: Lunestruck [hide]Hostis I circled the pinnacle of the fortress, gazing over the battlefield. The cold evening wind bit at my face; the Sun was hidden behind a veil of clouds, offering no succour. Beneath me, the thunderous drums of war matched my powerful wing-beats, yet the armies stood still with unfazed determination. My fellow Icyenes were resting on the ground, saving every bit of ardour for the battle. Keen eyes watched my every move with hatred; I was the Icyene who betrayed Saradomin. I sought what Zaros embodied; The Empty Lord, nothingness itself, was what I believed in. Despite his influence, force was necessary to spread his views and fight back everyone’s desires. The other two gods had no goal, engaging in meaningless violence for the sake of control. After Zaros purged the world of their thirst for power, there would be nothing to stop his endeavour. In everyone’s eyes, I was mad, a lunatic, for believing what I did. The most glorious and devout follower of Saradomin, corrupted by the evil of Zaros. It mattered not, however, that I warned Zaros of the approaching danger and joined him, for the battle was inevitable. I had lit the match, but the gods had spread the oil. My fellow warriors bore no judgment in their hearts, a courtesy I could never expect from the opposing forces. A monstrous thirst for battle glazed their eyes, their mouths and claws twitching in anticipation of the order Zaros would give. A simple flick of the Zarosian General’s wrist, and the army’s battle cry shook the heavens. Emitting throat-splitting screeches, they bolted into the nightmare. I stayed back and watched the horror unfold. Swords clashed with claws, arrows pierced acquiescent flesh, spells charred armour. This was not what I desired. I painfully observed Saradomin’s forces. Their lean, animal forms gracefully navigated the battlefield, fighting back our brutish forces. What was I now, by supporting the monsters on my side? Hate, and hated; cruelty, and cruel. Violence, evil, was not what I stood for. Zaros watched from his temple, wearing a disturbingly blank expression. Why did he choose this as the route to peace? In that brief moment of clarity, I understood that he could not fulfill his ideal. The only ones fighting for a just cause were the blue-clad warriors resisting the evil. I dove into the battlefield, determined to help my true comrades bring peace. [/hide] Saradomin's 2nd: roleutrio (Dutch) [hide]Saradomin Slaat Toe Proloog: De Overval “Waarom nemen jullie niet de rest van de dag vrij?” “Bedankt vader” zei Arthon terwijl hij het nieuw gemaakte zwaard aan de kant zette. “Zin om een hapje te gaan eten in de herberg?” “Is goed, ik zie je dadelijk zodra ik Alissa heb opgehaald.” Getweeën liepen ze de smidse uit en sloegen allebei een andere richting in. Glimlachend liep Arthon door de straat, hij had helemaal geen honger, Arthon wilde alleen maar naar de herberg om Lertisa te zien, de dochter van de herbergier. Logram vermoedde het waarschijnlijk wel maar had daar niets over gezegd omdat vader erbij stond dacht Arthon, vanavond was Arthon van plan naar haar toe te stappen aangezien hij via zijn nicht te weten is gekomen dat Lertisa ook een oogje op hem had. Plots klonk er vanuit het midden van de stad een heldere hoornstoot op. Verontrust keek Arthon op, in de verte was een donkere pluim rook te zien, in de richting van de poort, scherp afgetekend tegen de blauwe hemel. Logram was dezelfde richting ingegaan. Met ingespannen ogen keek hij naar de donkere pluim rook, alsof hij op die manier erachter kon komen wat de oorzaak ervan was. Arthon wilde net richting de donkere pluim rook rennen toen hij vlak daar in de buurt een knal hoorde. "Bij alle goden!" schreeuwde Arthon, een demon, hier!? Er verscheen een reusachtige demon uit de pluim rook en begon alle huizen te verpletteren, langs hem snelde er een eenheid paladijnen richting de demon. Arthon rende achter hun aan maar werd tegen gehouden door een van hen, "ga naar het zuiderkwartier en blijf daar" zei de paladijn. "Nee! Ik moet weten of alles in orde is met mijn broer!" Schreeuwde Arthon tegen de paladijn. Opeens voelde Arthon een hand op zijn schouder en hoorde zacht onverstaanbaar gefluister in zijn hoofd, alles werd zwart voor zijn ogen. Arthon stond kuchend op, hij rook de stank van verbrand vlees en hout en toen hij naar de richting keek waar hij de demon had gezien zag hij dat het noorderkwartier totaal was verwoest op een aantal gebouwen na. Opeens kwam er een monnik naar hem toe gerend. "Wat is er gebeurd?" Vroeg Arthon. "Het noorderkwartier van de stad is verwoest, er zijn tientallen gewonden en doden, er zijn zelfs een aantal inwoners meegenomen door het vijandelijke leger, meer weten we niet." Wordt vervolgd... [/hide] VERY rough translation for the Dutch story above [hide]Saradomin strikes Prologue: The Heist "Why do not you take the rest of the day off?" "Thank you father," said Arthon while the newly created sword put to the side. "Fancy a bite to eat at the inn?" "All right, see you soon once I have picked up Alissa." Twos they walked from the forge and beat both a different direction. Smiling Arthon walked down the street, he had no hunger, Arthon just wanted to go to the inn Lertisa to see the daughter of the innkeeper. Logram probably guessed it but did nothing about it because dad thought there was Arthon tonight Arthon was planning to move her through his cousin because he has learned to Lertisa an eye on him. Suddenly there came from the middle of town hear a clear shot at. Alarmed Arthon looked at in the distance was a dark plume of smoke seen in the direction of the gate, sharply outlined against the blue sky. Logram same direction was discussed. With eyes intently he watched the black plume of smoke, as if in that way could find out what the cause was. Arthon was just toward the dark plume of smoke when he was just running in the neighborhood heard a bang. "By the gods!" Arthon shouted, a demon, here!? There was a huge plume of smoke from the demon and began to crush all the houses, he sped along a single direction the demon paladins. Arthon ran after them but was stopped by one of them, "go to the south district and stay there," said the Paladin. "No, I need to know if everything is okay with my brother!" Arthon shouted at the paladin. Suddenly Arthon a hand on his shoulder and heard unintelligible whisper softly in his head, everything went black before his eyes. Arthon was coughing up, he smelled the stench of burning flesh and wood, and when he looked toward where he had seen the demon he saw that the northern quarter was totally destroyed after a number of buildings. Suddenly a monk ran up to him. "What happened?" Early Arthon. "The northern quarter of the city is destroyed, there are dozens of injuries and deaths, there are even a number of people taken by the enemy army, we do not know." Continued ...[/hide] Rest of the fansite thread in hidden tab [hide] [/hide]