Good Golly Guthix!

 

Xenia!

 

Xenia, here, in Misthalin!

 

She's like, my role model! I've got all her posters, action figures, trading cards! I traded my Dionysius rookie card for the set!

 

On second thought, I probably should have kept that card to pay my tuition at Tutorial Island.

 

Ah well, I get to meet Xenia! Time to run to Lumbridge!

 

But first I cook me up some of that rat meat for lunch. I only burned one to the range this time... that means I'm nearly three times as good at that!

 

 

Huffing and puffing from the run, I hurry up to Xenia, holding out my sword for her to sign. I don't know what happened then, but later I woke up draped over a tombstone, my head hurting quite nasty.

 

I finnally manage to press though the crowd to talk to her...

 

Good Golly Guthix, she knows my NAME! This is the best day ever!

 

And she needs my help! Walking down the stairs after some cultists... I don't think I want to get old.

 

GASP! And arrow! Xenia is wounded... maybe a last autograph would be worth something... No, she thinks I can rush him, the mighty archer that defeated Xenia!

 

Ah well, at least I wont hafta be old when he skewers me.

 

I, Kalafai, have knocked down the man who has bested Xenia with a bow!

 

He grovels at my feet, and I let him live to spread word of my might as I lay claim to the mightiest of ranged weapons!

 

 

With bow in hand, I chuck my stabbies at the mighty sorceress Caitlin next, and nail her good, the long, straight rods piercing her soft flesh.

 

She begs me to finish her, and a laugh in my mocking tone, "No, I shall not. You shall return to the world above and tell great tails of my mighty bow.

 

I lay claim to her long, smooth staff, and all her many runes, and carry on into the dark!

 

 

I offer Reese his life should he grovel at my feet without contest, and tell of my victory against the great Highwayman #5 but he listens not, and it comes to blows, sorcery vs sword.

 

I feel my magical might grow ever stronger as I stand over his kneeling form, and raise my staff up high. His parting curses are no match for the bludgeoning doom of a stick.

 

With the hostage rescued, Xenia gives me some many air and mind runes and arrows to help me on my quests, and I feel more confidant in every skill I have shown before her.

Another entertaining entry. :)

Why thanks all. Pictures may be out, there's just too many to crop each and every one.

 

Guest appearances are a possiblility, but I don't play Kalafai often. Eventually I'll need special guest stars for the shield of arrav quest.

 

Look into a program called "Print Key"

 

This will let you press a key, and it freezes the screen, then you drag a rectangle around the stuff you want to screen shot. Then you just save the small image.

 

Much easier than doing print screen>paint>paste>cut>paste>save or whatever you might be doing already.

 

Uploading still stinks though.

Well, Xenia did say that perhaps I should work on slaying all the horrors under the catacomb. I fetch my armour and prepare myself to delve into the unknown.

 

Ewwwwww.... roaches! Stomp stomp stomp, slaying was never so easy!

 

Well, people seem to be handling this area well, so I press deeper, hacking through the cobwebs and spiders, replacing spilled bones back into their resting places as I go.

 

Ugh, bugs, I swat them down, getting ever better at smacking things with shinier things, and I come across a peculiar idol, perhaps I shouldn't... but my fingers are so itchy for it.

 

I have a nice lunch of rat meat and spinach roll, then head back up to the surface, having combated enough vile beasts for the day. Still hungry though... maybe Roddy would know where the local kebab shop or cake stall is.

 

Xenia... Xenia! She offered to buy the idol and any more I found, sure as rain in in Catherby or fog in Lumbridge, I let her have it. I set off to store my armour and some nice spider's thread I collected at the bank.

 

I walked over to Roddy's polishing a nifty gold amulet I'd found down there. If I wear it, someone might think I'm respectable people.

 

Crawdads, he says is the local dish, fresh caught and roasted on a fire between some particularly dead trees.

 

I run off to the store for supplies. Then I sneak behind Farmer Fred's place to poach in his pond because I hear his are the best.

 

I'm thinking just one might not be enough, so I get twenty or so to make sure I can fill myself up.

 

Down with a tree, up with a fire, business as usuall, but now to roast some... aww, I burnt most of them, well, had better get some more.

 

I get as many done as I can carry, but I could really go for some pineapple punch right now.

 

Ach, Demons again! I don't let this one escape, chasing it to and fro as it teleports around til my punches crumble it to ash. Odd, it had a talisman... like the one the Duke gave me, but with the mind glyph rather than air.

 

Ahh, Giant spiders come to steal my shrimpythings! Slashy seems slower than ever... perhaps I should seek a new weapon to add to my adventuring might.

 

Back to the Varrok sword shoppe! I ask the shopkeeper what he has better than the basic steel, and he recommended a dark but shiny Kinshra longsword. Daddy was Kinshra, and his sword sure looked sharp, so I got one. Perhaps I can put it to good use, maybe hack my way deeper into the catacombs and find lotsa treasure!

 

But only the best armour will do with this, and I look to going about getting an upgrade first, top of the line iron all the way!

I laughed quite a bit, very entertaining Kitten :D

How did you make your avatar? :o

How did you make your avatar? :o

Mine's screencapped at character creation.

Good stories of your Adventures! I'd say to try Gadwin Printscreen for pictures.

Already, news of my awesomeness spreads, a call to the west, the wilds south of Falador for my help!

 

Ever onward! I strike immediately east from Lumbridge, hacking my way through the spider infested thicket.

 

I meat a lost woman, and together we make the road to Falador. I fend off highwaymen and we part ways as I come to a terrible opening in the earth.

 

Eek! Talking rats.. I stumble backwards into the dark.

 

The racket of machines surround me in the dark as my eyes adjust and I flea through the cave, only to come upon the terrible leader of the furry menace, cavorting with foul trolls.

 

There is no hope now, and I'm bullied back into the cave, forced into an oven!

 

But alas for hope, there is too much soot for it to work! And with trolls threatening to eat me raw if I don't do something, I clean the infernal furnace.

 

I report to the hippity hoppity overlord, and they seem pleased enough not to eat me.. well, at least til I finish my own glaze. What a terrible place of nightmares this is!

 

The most hideous of all the tiny demons I've seen so far floats before me, making drag the crate of my doom over, instructing me on how to mix the poisonous concoction in three parts.

 

Tears stream down my eyes, and I can barely see the troll gone now, replaced with a most vile of goblins that argues I'd make a better slave than food, and off I am sent to the line.

 

Terrible mangy critters man the conveyor as I am chained to it, instructed to smash wondrous toys and let tasteless nuts and cursed chocolates to pass on through.

 

The day wears on, and after one too many wrong button presses, I'm sent before a terrible beast of a bird.

 

Much to my relief I survive, able to talk and charm my way out of being eaten... perhaps this is not my last adventure after all.

 

At least, until I spot the most horrible disgusting monster of them all... and elf!

 

Fear is struck through me, and I scramble under his orders to force the other slaves in the cave to do his bidding, and once they are sure of my terror, they send me out into the world to deliver their terrible juju.

 

I can't escape... they have elves... there is nothing left but for me to comply, and take the evil to each of the cities I've visited here in the eastern human kingdoms.

 

To Lumbridge the terrible mockery of man that is elf leads me, then sends me away north, hauling the terrible package to Varrok.

 

There the vile goblin lightens my load, taking explosives to the grand exchange... what terrible things he could do! And I am sent westward on the road to Falador.

 

The squirrels... the squirrels, they watch me from the trees, I dare not stray.

 

I pass the front gates to the White city, and the most monstrous of monsters meets me, a mere man, turned against his fellows with a smile... I can't help but cry as I manage to hold my mind to my own.

 

Off again to the dark, dank cave of horrors I proceed.

 

I am mercifully turned away, my work done, but I am not left unmarked by this terrible evil... as I emerge into the light of the sun, I fall to my knees, my ears sprouting up into those of a squirrel.

 

I cry in the grass, and the woodland creatures oppressed still by his pink fwuffyness try to comfort me... and the squirrel ears that are now my own let me hear their laments, and I wipe away my tears.

 

This world can't stand more of such terror... I must be stronger... next year... next year, when he returns.., I will be ready.

Such a joy to read. I absolutely love it how you made the event sound like the most terrible thing thinkable.

 

Maybe it was...

Oh wow. Your description of the Easter event has to be the best one yet! :thumbsup:

 

When will we hear more of your adventures? It's been far too long.

My sword... awesome as any is, just wont be enough for this, I've got to find some other way to fight. This magic thing, maybe I can get better on that.

 

The woods, they are lonely, but time to think. Magic, magic, I need to know more. I seek out someone to help, a small town, in the far corner of Argansia, maybe someone there.

 

A yes, a Hag... she looks kind of ill, all green even, but she offers a potion. All the magical knowledge and none of the work. Just have to do some shopping for her.

 

A rat's tail... sounds like I've heard this one before... but just the tail... well, more for my lunch I guess.

 

Kajen style beef, with a side of onion, check. And... what? Eye of newt for desert. Well, easy enough to pick a freshly arrived box from the nearby port town. Well, easy enough except for the mugger in the shop. Barely got out with my life. and couldn't even get the eye for free because of it... ach! he caught up to me outside, and took my rat tail! Well, at least they aren't all locked up in some distant castle of ordeals or something.

 

Well, got the stuff to the hag, now for just a swig of this rat tail potion and.. blegh! aweful. I pretend to swallow, and run outside to spit up. Studying can't be more painful than this.

 

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Studying is expensive, but oak is not, and I know this place, right in the middle of the park... and well, funds are now avalible.

 

Runes, the currency of the magic arts. I have a small store, but I tried seeing the process through. I gathered warm clothes, and off to the rune essence mine. Those teleports tingle, and I think my clothes might have been sent over a second or two before me, not sure.

 

A few sacks full of those, and a handful of talismans to lead the way and air, mind, water. Good exercise at least, besides the swamp... bad exorcise there.

 

But I gather my gear, give the water staff of my new collection a couple test spins, and think of an excellent place to wash clean with the magical waters.

 

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Maybe the amulet helps a little, but I quicly learn earth, and soon fire spells. Braving ikky rats, vile bats, and bones galore, I fine more and more statuetes holding gems, til finally I reach an empty room, and a lich arrises to protect his treasure.

 

Now I may be awesome, but I think magic has come forward a few steps since the time of Dagath Nurn... as I roast the dust off his bones with the most basic of spells.

 

Not many scortch marks on the mask either. It totally distracts from my ears even! Totally awsome, and matches my hair.

 

Note... think I found another gray hair. Can't really tell though, looks like all the rest. Aren't I a little young for this?

Well, a full day calls for a full dinner mamma says. And a full dinner means cake for desert, papa says.

 

Skip to the cake, I say.

 

Well, can't exactly find the cake stall in lumbridge, so make do with what I have. I head into the kitchen at the keep, and ask to the cook "Where do cakes come from?"

 

He seems rather upset, and doesn't even have basic ingredients! Well, first thing is always first it seems, shopping.

 

1 pot extra fine flour, custom order.

 

1 bucket fresh milk, straing from Gilly Groats herself.

 

1 terrorbird egg... wait, what? Those are like big chickens right? So 1 big chicken egg then.

 

So, I get him the ingredients... and guess what, he tries to feed me a can of sardines and push me out the door!

 

Well, I slip into the basement and slip some dishes and silverware into by bag before I go.

 

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Okay, well, I do have some redberries laying about, so I just need to head to the store and get some pie tins.

 

Discontinued....

 

Eh? But everyone likes pie! They still have cake tins. Only one cake tin is ever needed even.

 

I'll show them discontinued, dig up my own clay and make some myself.

 

Dig dig... man, dirt is so hard to get out of the ground. Alright, a little water, and off to the kiln.

 

No, that isn't it, that's some slopsided pots. Okay, well, more dirt, more water, some more care in turning... and there, pie dishes!

 

Ah, the smell of burning redberry... and a pie! Now off to enjoy it in piece.