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WHAT?! ?! PEOPLE STILL DO DISSECTIONS WHILE THE ANIMAL'S ALIVE?!?!

But if we did that, we'd be hypocrites. :-k

My writings, I s'pose. I like writing when I feel inspired or motivated, or when I'm particularly excited or sad. I want to be able to express my feelings through a piece of writing so that when I read it back months possibly years later I can feel what I felt then. And my second is probably my woofa dog, Tess. She's so great :D happy all the time, 5 year old golden retriever! :

180! Woot! I lost out on the 'Harry Potter' and 'electorina meets trance' :D hehe. and thanks for adding me in, Viktor! :

wooty wotty bump!

YEah we disseceted a rat once. :-s :-s :-s :-s Yewch it stank of ... the funny stuff they put in it to stop it smelling even worse? \

Orlando Bloom...especially in Pirates of the Caribbean lol. :D

Call it cheesy, call it cliched but hey its my favourite and I'll always opt for friends. :D Yeh, me too...I love friends. Matt Le Blanc....mmmmm Is he the one I know as Joey? :lol: :)

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'King Roald has always been an anxious man,' Haggard said, scrubbing the bar. 'He's always been shy. Hates public speeches, meeting the heroes of the land, that kind of thing,' 'How old was he when he became king?' Helenia queried. 'About thirty two. He's nearly forty now,' 'And what's he doing for the war?' Haggard chuckled, looking briefly up to grin at his companion. 'Nothing.' 'What do you mean?' 'He's not really trying to do anything. I mean, he's got an army out there, and that kind of thing, financing it and all - but it's only because he owes his cousin a favour anyway,' 'His cousin?' 'Sir Amik Varze, leader of the White Knights?' Helenia frowned. 'But I thought Roald's parents died when he was young,' 'Maybe they did,' Haggard looked up from his work and fixed Helenia will a hard, concentrated stare. 'The truth is, Helenia - he may King, but no one knows the first thing about him,'

Oh My God this is a little off topic but it's still to do with the weather... gah it's so windy here in London, trees falling over left and right!!! A part of my school fell down today and three teachers had to go to hospital. :uhh:

Prince of BelAir or Friends... hehe, Friends probably actually... soo funny! I smile even at the thought.. :lol: :lol:

Also I invented a word lol. 'Misa' i'm not sure if it means anything but I thought it sounds a bit like a medieval word for 'middle' and that's what it means. Someone else on this thread had an idea for an event in Varrock where everyone could meet. Well I thought this could be it - everyone (well, most people) attend so Haggard and Helenia could meet Fiernir and the others here. But what they don't know is why Roald is holding this mysterious festival... 'Come, people, come! Harken to the news I bring!' The crowds, pushing and pulsing in Varrock Square, eventually settled to an expectant hush. The herald, dressed in bright purple and red velvet, was standing on the fountain with a scroll in his hand. 'Let it be known to all,' he began, 'that King Roald, may be honour and be honoured by Guthix, is holding a festival in the streets of his city. There will markets and entertainment, food, and wine. Let it be known to all! Spread from here and give the word! Travel far and travel wide, and who come in peace will be given access to the city for the duration of the festival, a mighty twelve days, in the Misa of May! And may every man and woman, every child and every infant, every elf and every human, every dwarf and every fairy attend!' The crowds exploded. Shouts were heard, people hugged and praised both King Roald and his God. A festival of this size had never been heard of in Varrockian times. And slowly the square began to empty, which the citizens rushing away to fill their cupboards and their wine cellars. Helenia, standing alone in an alley after returning from Horvik's smithery and having her silver sword tweaked back to perfection, had heard all that was going on. It was suspicious, to say the least. King Roald had a war to fight, and all his finances would surely be funding horses, armour, lances, food, medical attention and the hundred and one other things warriors would need on their travels. So why, oh why, was he now taking such a huge risk and holding a twelve day carnival? It just didn't make sense. Deciding Haggard would know more about Roald and the situation in Varrock, she headed back to the inn, praying that he and his uncle would have made up. A family feud was the last thing she needed right now.

Nice one fist of ozzy. I don't mind at all... hehe we're both using each other's characters lol. :lol: Haggard slid into the corner. He was not a coward, but any chance, but there was a man holding a knife to his uncle's throat - what could he do? If he tried to advance his uncle would die immediately. If he didn't, he would lose their whole stock of alcohol and the inn would be shut for months while they regained their money. So he stayed sitting, trying not to move while the men spoke. 'Come on, lad - where's that BEER?' His face distorted into a horrible cackle. 'Stop!' Helenia commanded. Her majestic, powerful voice boomed through the large inn. 'Let that man be at once, or you'll pay the price!' The man with the dagger swivelled around, clutching the knife. He stared dumbfounded at this tall, elegant elf-woman with a snapped sword at her side and then burst out in raucous laughs. 'Haha!' he gasped, choking in the apparent humour of the situation. 'Think you can take me on, pretty gel like ye?' The thieves behind him picked up on the joke and chuckled. 'An elf try to take on three strong lads? I don't think so, my pretty. Ye'll find better practice at the straw dummies on the east street!' His two henchmen collapsed laughing. 'You won't think this is so funny when you wake up feeling like something the cat dragged in,' Helena said icily. The pain in her knee was becoming more and more intense, but she withstood it the way she knew best, hiding what she really felt behind a mask of strength and independence. With a sudden cry she leapt forwards and slashed open the cotton shirt of one man. Beads of blood seaped down his hairy chest. He whimpered, and crashed to the ground. With a scream the man with the knife turned and ran, pushing past his remaining mate. He disappeared out of the back door and into the dark alleys to the east. Coldly Helenia Bourlengia replaced her broken sword and knelt by the unconscious man. 'Stone cold drunk,' she murmured. 'This one won't be seeing daylight for a while. What shall we do with him, Haggard?' Helenia was feeling much more herself, happier and fulfilled. That was her good deed done for the day. Haggard stood up shakily. 'That was amazing! Thankyou, Helenia! Thankyou! How can I ever repay you?' 'You can't,' she snapped. 'But I appreciate the gesture. This one will be fine but I don't know where to put him. And as for your uncle -' Haggard's uncle was gasping for breath, clearly shocked by his near-death experience. 'I reccommend a strain of spiced rosemary and fennel. Just to help his blood flow, you know?' Haggard was simply speechless.

Fist_of_ozzy - I hope you don't mind me using your character in such detail! Helenia's icy grey eyes glinted in the sunshine, reflecting the coldness in her heart. After seven long, terrible years, the War was beginning to get rougher again. She strode, head high and shoulders back, through the streets of Varrock, feeling angry and alone. Her pace quickened - and Helenia decided to get to Al-Kharid, the exotic, seductive desert of the south, before night fell and she lost her way. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of men and women passed, each wrapped up in their own lives, their own tasks. Suddenly Helenia tripped, and, out of control, stumbled uncharacteristically forward and smashed into a young man walking past. Gasping and clambering to her feet, elegant despite the pain seeping through her body, Helenia regained her breath and said in her usual, strong, firm voice; 'I'm sorry, sir. I must have tripped. Forgive me - are you alright?' 'Fine,' He was quite young, she decided, and wearing black breeches under a dark, sweeping cloak that swirled around his tall body. 'You look exhausted. Where are you travelling to,?' Suspicious and wary of him, she answered brisky. 'None of your business,' He shrugged. There was something in his face - his ears, his hair, his eyes - that she knew, but she couldn't quite place it. Unfamiliar to taking interest in people, she asked 'Where you from?' The man began to cross the street, heading east towards the sparkling fountain in the square, calling over his shoulder as he went. 'Taverly.' That was no use! Determined to find out she hurried him, demanding as she went - 'Who were you parents?!' He turned down a side street to the right, into a wide, bright alley bursting with shops and people. 'I never knew them,' 'Where are you going?' she exclaimed. It was getting harder and harder to keep after him in the crowds. 'Blue Moon Inn - say, just down here. You look like you could use a good sleep and a meal. Come stay the night.' Wincing on her foot, Helenia shook her head. 'No, thankyou. I've places to go,' 'Suit yourself. At least get that leg seen to,' Again Helenia refused, but the pain became steadily worse, searing through her whole body. She would not give in! She must keep going. 'I don't suppose you'd know where I could find a good weapon?' Helenia's own longsword had broken at the tip in a fight a few days ago with a goblin, and she didn't have the tools to fix it herself. 'Course. What's wrong with your own blade?' Dodging between a cart laden with vegetables and a woman carrying baskets of bread she called out, 'Snapped at the tip.' 'Horvic's!' he decided triumphantly. 'Horvic the smither, up on that north corner. Better be getting along soon, or he'll shut for the night,' Thanking him she turned back up the street, heading for the shop. Suddenly the blade in her scabbard, swinging at her waist, caught in her knee, and she spun forwards, the blade chopping through the leather. Crying out in shock and pain she sat up. Her broken sword had pierced the leather of her scabbard, and when she tripped the metal had stabbed her in the knee. Clutching the bloody wound she tried to stand but it was impossible - the pain was too intense. Then she noticed the man in the swirling cloak rushing to her aid, and his arms were tightly around her, carrying her to the inn where she had declined a night of rest. Inside the light was soft and glowing, and Helenia was laid on a sofa behind the bar. The warmth made her cold body tingle, but she was safe, and that was all that mattered. Presently a goblet of hot spiced wine was brought to her. Taking it in trembling hands, she sighed and drank deeply. 'Thankyou for your kindness. What's your name?' 'I am Haggard,' 'Thankyou, Haggard. I am Helenia Bourlegnia,' And it was then that it came to her in flash what reminded her of him - he was an elf, just like her. Hope it's not too long lol.

Two penny coins. The brass used to make them's actually worth 4p! Psht, I've gone and let the secret out now! :-s

360 degree camera that you wear around your head. It's really expensive too.

Firstly if you're going to continue it as a story it's too short for me to comment on. Secondly, I'll assume you haven't read this.

Lol can someone help me on8? :)

I'm quite busy right now doing various things so I only read the first few paragraphs. However it was good fun to read and told in a sincere and apparently truthful, almost 'old world' style. I think you need to work on your grammar, and some of the sentences are a bit muddled up, but the description and paragraphing is pretty good! :)

Omg, sorry!!! I thought you meant me... argh I feel really bad now! Sorry! :oops: :oops: :)

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name: Helenia (pronounced hell-en-yah) age: Nineteen male or female: Have three guesses! \ (just joking. Female) weapon: Long, thin plain silver-coloured sword. race: Human/elf (mother was an elf, father was human) other info: Wears a loose green top and has long blonde hair, tall and elegant. Likes to dance and also has experience in herblore. Helenia also likes to travel, is calm mannered but doesn't mind a risk or danger, can sometimes be a bit harsh and defiant.

Sorry my mistake! Ignore this post! :D