Armaneth

"Well Kiran, if that is your true name," Armaneth said as he bound the would-be hunter with magical bonds., "How is it that you came here? I didn't see any ships left at the dock when we left." "Fishing boats had come in, the dock was somewhat repaired." Marcus replied. He was sitting on one of the rocks nearby, watching Aleksander and Armaneth bound the prisoner. When they were done Armaneth looked at the sword the creature had carried. Instead of picking it up and taking it to sell, he kicked it into the waves. "I guess he was another useless lackey after all." Armaneth commented with a smirk. He seemed a bit more at ease, and the others could feel something ancient about him now, something dormant. "Well Kiran, you knocked him out, you can carry him. We might be able to get some information from him." Marcus shrugged and drug the captive mercilessly behind as the group made their way toward Entrana. Suddenly Armaneth stopped short, tensed, and looked around as though seeking something hidden. The group pressed him to say what was wrong, but he simply urged them to keep quiet. "Can you not feel it Aleksander?" he whispered. "Something isn't as it should be here. I sense something ancient. Some ancient evil. I felt it when I last saw that hooded figure, but now it's even stronger. We must be wary." He continued on, more determined now to find out what it was that drew them here. When the group reached the top of the hill what they saw was both great and terrible. Best described as a great hole, what lay before them was an anomaly that both inhaled and exhaled everything and everything. At its fringe whatever it touched both grew old and young at the same time. What lay before the party, was a tear in time itself. At the center of the tear could be seen the past, a past that Aming recognized. Where the tear lead, was the middle a war, a war that Aming had been in with others. Suddenlythe group was assailed by many sights and sounds, and the tear actually moved towards them, and as it moved the sounds got louder, the sights more vivid. They had no time to move, the anomaly was upon them, and each was sweft into chaos. One by one the group awoke, every nerve in their bodies screaming. No one could move for a good few hours, so draining the experience had been. Aming and Armaneth, being stronger in spirit and more filled with magic, were the first to even sit up. Soon Aleksander and Marcus rose, but their prisoner was no where to be seen. They were laying in a field, the sun beginning to set. "Where are we?" Aleksander asked. "Not where, when. " Was Aming's grim reply. ------------------------------------- EDIT:Post lengthened, we are now where we left off in Hell_s_Judge's Legends thread, before we were split up and sent on seperate paths to find some artifacts. All old characters may be used.

I thought Aleksander would have replied by now. Oh well, I'm going through one of those impatient moods I tend to have so I'll go ahead and add on. ------------------------- "I was hoping it wouldn't be a bad day today." Armaneth said as he looked around, expecting something to emerge from the water and attack them. Aleksander and Aming were also looking around, not knowing what to expect. "We'll have to jump." Aleksander said as he picked up his bow and slung it over his shoulder. Before anyone could object he had dived over, Aming and Armaneth soon after. As they surfaced the boat shattered from some magical force. Armaneth spotted a chain of rocky outcrops leading to the island, and begun swimming towards it. No coaxing was needed to get Aming or Aleksander to follow. Something erupted out of the water behind them, Aming was the first to twist around. What was now where the boat exploded only a few seconds ago was a figure robed in black, wielding a scythe. Armaneth was now facing it, Aleksander didn't have to. Instead, he swam faster, knowing that this was an evil that couldn't be fought, yet. Aming was soon after him, but Armaneth held back. He wanted to try this new enemy's strength. Surely it couldn't be more powerful than his demon brother once was. (Whom by the way, nearly brought about the destruction of Aeth, but was slain by Armaneth before he could(More on this later in a diffirent thread...)) Before Armaneth could make a decision, the figure vanished, leaving Armaneth with chills of his reminded past. He swam after Aleksander and Aming, who had already reached the first of the outcroppings. "Who, or what was that?" Armaneth asked when he had gotten beside the mage. The question obviously troubled her. "Nevermind, it can wait." Armaneth told her as he started off towards Entrana. ---------------------------------------- Ok Aleksander, I hope you post soon.

Ooo ooo, my turn! Oh and Aleksander, Aming wouldn't use anything that had to do with Zamorak, thought I'd let you know. ----------------------------------- Armaneth watched the wretched creature burn as it sank back down into the depths, the magical fire resisting the tide that washed over it. Alduineth stood watching as well, then turned to Armaneth. "I'll go back to Draynor and protect it from further attacks." He said before he turned and ran back to the village. Armaneth had nodded and was now running to catch up with Aleksander and Aming. The pull of gravity wasn't as strong here as it was in Aeth, and the boat wasn't far from the dock, what was left of it anyways. He charged a wind spell and held it back as he ran down the dock. Right as he reached the end he kicked off and released the spell, adding a boost to his distance. Not enough, he splashed down near the boat, but he was close enough to get Aming and Aleksander a little wet. While under the water he could feel the heat of the still burning flames. He swam towards the shadow that was the small rowboat, Aleksander had stopped rowing, hearing the splash and both him and Aming had their hands down in the water. Armaneth took them, and they hauled him aboard. "Some spell Aming." Armaneth managed to say between breaths. "I could feel the heat from it under the water." He paused for a moment to look at Aleksander, who had begun rowing again. "That is some powerful magic on that cloth." "And that was some leap. How did you manage to get that close?" Aming said. "Well, let's just say you're not the only one who wasn't originally from this world." ------------------------------------ Plot twist, have fun next poster, but do read my profile again, I've changed it to match my RP character.

A whole week and no one else has posted other than Magey and I. The last legends of the Forum moved a bit faster than this I believe. Well I guess I'll just go ahead and post. ~ A few days after that night watchmen on the wall reported seeing no movement at all in the Black Knight camp. It had been too long since the last attack, something wasn't right. It was decided that Alduineth, Aleksander, Aming, and Armaneth were to investigate. The night before they prepared, and went off at the crack of dawn. A few hours later they arrived at the camp only to find it empty of life. "What the hell happened here?" Armaneth asked alive, looking back and forth at the slashed tents and blood stained ground. Not a single body was in site, and there were rather large foot prints in the ground. Alduineth was the first one what kind of scene this was. "Demons." was all he said. Everyone else stared at him wide eyed. Armaneth recovered quickest. "The demons of this land are much diffirent than the demons of my land. These demons bring total destruction and chaos, while the ones in Aeth seek to control." Armaneth looked down at the ground and shut his eyes. "May their poor souls find peace, even they did not deserve this." Aleksander turned his head to the side, and stood completely still as he normally did when thinking. Aming had her head bowed, and Alduineth was looking about with a grim expression. Armaneth however turned and began heading north towards the gate, but turned and said to the group, "I'm going back to Draynor and packing supplies to seek out this source. It's time we moved on." With that he continued on. Aming was the first one to head after him, followed closely by Alduineth and Aleksander, who faced the camp one last time before setting off. ~ No battles this turn, now it's time to travel.

There should be a form of report abuse for newbs who do that, cuz that would rather offend me. Back on topic:Lucky

Well I hope it's not already planned out, cause I really need to contribute. ----------------------------------------------------- Armaneth ran about setting his traps as best he could with poorly aimed long ranged magic shots coming from the wizards. Armaneth found the time when he was done to return fire, feeling glad he had taken the time to learn a new spell called Crumble Undead by the natives. He cast this spell now to blast away columns of skeletons, zombies and the like. As he turned to run back Armaneth got nailed in the left shoulder by a fire spell, and he quickly put it out. Suddenly he felt dizzy, a curse of some kind, but he kept going. As Aming's forces followed by Aleksander's came up to face the front Armaneth stumbled, but caught himself from falling. Soon he was inside the city, and the front was lined up well behind the line of traps. The dizzyness was beginning to wear off, so Armaneth rested against one of the buildings. He gazed around at the faces of the warriors in the town, fearful and grim they were. The battle began. Explosions went off and sent many hostiles out of the battle for good. some of the traps didn't just explode with fire, others released chains of lightning, while one or 2 released a powerful blast of frost. Steel clashed against bone loudly, bows sang and arrows whined as they flew. Armaneth had rejoined the battle and was working his way towards the mages and necromancers with a battalion comprised of warriors and archers, with 10 or 20 mages. As Armaneth got close to the wizards magic missiles flew all around him. He made use of his magic skills and returned fire, literally. Flames erupted from the ground under a group of wizards and necromancers. Aming's front was chopping through the skeletons rather easier than expected, but there were many to be rid of. Hours passed, and victory seemed near. Black knights had enclosed the mages and necromancers, who continued to rain magic on allies. Many warriors had fallen just to come back up again and attack who once were their friends. When the necromancers were done and they knew it, they sacrificed themselves and unleashed a powerful spell that whiped out most remaining troops, reducing the forces from Draynor down to a meager 200. Armaneth stumbled as he walked, looking over the gruesome and blood stained battle field. He looked at the faces of the soldiers, the faces of Aming, Aleksander, and Alduineth, who had come into battle after Armaneth had went around with his detatchment. Their eyes said enough, all had suffered much loss. Most of the soldiers broke down beside fallen comrades. Tears were in everyone's eyes, and the sky released a torrent of water as if nature was mourning with them. The loss in this battle overweighed their victory. Armaneth was struck in the left shoulder with both a spell and a blade, and his left arm has been rendered useless for the time being. Alduineth, Aming, Aleksander, Armaneth, were all assembled around the fire a week later with no opposition. Each had spent time getting to know one another, and this night they were to tell stories of their happier days to cheer those that would listen. It had come around to Aming's turn. ------------------------------------- Whew that should do it. -Looks post up and down- I forget where/who Amalien is so I left them out >.o

Even though everyone else is ignoring my character I present, I cannot. So, I'll have to bring him out of the darkness. --------------------------- Armaneth had been on the battlefield likely most of all the people at the village. Even now he was there, patrolling. There had been plenty of time since this last battle for him to lay down many traps. The runes of these lands possessed power that was useful to him, though he did not require them for any such spells as the inhabitants did. An eerily green projectile flashed inches from his face. Armaneth quickly turned towards the caster to find a battalion of Necromancers approaching with a guard of black knights and mages behind them. Knowing he could not face a group of necromancers alone, which by the way had already set to raising an army of skeletons, he ran back towards the village with all speed, but first he let loose an explosion of ice on the skeletons, shattering their frames. As he reached the town, he stopped to catch his breath, then went off in search of the leaders. He found them conversing in the center of town, and as he neared them he bowed. "M'Lord, M'Lady, a battalion of Necromancers and Dark Mages come, along with a guard of Black Knights. The group is 2000 strong, and grows as the Necromancers raise the dead." All of them looked at Armaneth, shaken by the news. ------------------------------- There, that puts a twist on things.

What happened? I heard this one before. The man and 2 of his friends are riding in a hot air balloon when it begins to sink. The dump all the weight inlucing their clothes but they are still sinking. So they draw straws for someone to jump out. The man in the desert got the short straw.

Y'know I don't see alot of riddles on these games or on these boards, so I decided to start a thread with riddles. I will add a new one each week, and keep score of correct answers (First one to answer a riddle correctly gets bonus points.) So, here's the first riddle, and have fun. This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts trees flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town; And beats high mountain down.

Seen this'n on another game, it's the man.

Beautiful Forsaken. I give it a 9/10 simply because it was great enough to get my attention (Not much for poems, mainly stories.)

The town Armaneth's eyes rested on was in a great frenzy. Barricades were being set up, everyone that could bear arms were lined up in a make shift, and a now a battalian was heading towards the city. Armaneth could hear a orders being shouted by a woman. Her voice souded young but then it also didn't. Quite strange. Suddenly Armaneth heard footsteps behind him. Hundreds of armoured footsteps. The town defenses that were currently being set would not last long against a force this big. He looked over at the gate he just came through that seperated the two kingdoms. Something needed to be done to halt their advance. Armaneth set one of his most powerful seals on the gate, and laid exploding runes about it. "That should keep them from getting too far without losses." he thought. As he looked up from his work Armaneth saw torch lights approaching in the distance. Now would be a good time to turn and run, and that's what he did. Straight for the village as fast as he could. Soon he had reached the barricades, and now the town had quieted down and no one was to be seen. All hiding behind what the could. He decided to run towards the other side of the village, and when he was almost there an arrow struck the ground just infront of him, and Armaneth halted where he was. "Friend or foe?!" It was the woman's voice. Armaneth tried to spot her in the darkness but to no avail. "Friend!" Armaneth called back. "I am Armaneth of Aeth, and I've come to aid you in the defenses. The army is close, probably trying to get through the gate now." He had yet to hear his traps go off, then suddenly he heard multiple explosions, and in the distance a great fire leapt up and died down. "Guess they're here." he said to himself as he ran into the town. ------------------------------------- Next person in Draynor to post, you can control my character before and during the battle.

Late I am at finding this. I was in both Kawrae's(Which failed misserably) and Hell_s_Judge's Forum Legends. My character in those was Corwin, but times change. Well, here is my character. Armaneth; Mage, Swordsman, and former King of Aeth Not much can be said of Armaneth in Geilinor. Rumor says that he is a traveller of realms, and that he has come now to what the residents call RuneScape. He wields magic well, his style very diffirent from the native mages. Armaneth is also a master swordsman, having taken out a demon in a single slash. This however, has yet to be proved. Armaneth is rarely seen by anyone, tending to stay hidden in shadows. He wears a heavy dark blue cloak, which hides the chainmail he wears. (http://www.geocities.com/armaneth27 for a more complete profile) ----------------------------------------------- I would like to add that I rarely control another person's character because in the past I've caused problems when I did.