July 24, 200421 yr A man sounds the horn, and the men prepare for war, all in order to protect the noble city Falador. The Black Knights enter, the White Knights reply, with their sword and armour and the hounds all cry. The swords hit each other Falador fights with anger, but soon they will fall with warrior, mage, and ranger. Kill as they might take away the grin, the people hold faith in Saradomin. The survivors sneak into their castle and hide in the dark corners, and watch in silence the tortures of the archers. One could not wait any more he leaps from his spot of safety, he slays the foul leader, the rest wait in anxiety. They leap out yet as well and slay every living knight, they rescue ther hostages away from their plight. I'll add more, but I have to go now.
July 25, 200421 yr nice :D but i was hoping for a story and poems are good aswell :wink: 123 Combat / 1900 Skill Total / 99 HP / 7x 99 Stats
August 3, 200421 yr Author Next part... As for a story...you're seeing the beggining of it... Saradomin truimphed again, the citizens of Falador knew peace. But over in the dark moors, the animals were not at ease. The weather seemed to transform into a horrid beast. There was no such thing as safety in the far lands of the North-East. The ghosts screeched, the bears cowered, gone were an adventurer's track for something unnatural was coming, beyond the doing of Zamorak. The people muttered, "Doomsday has come!" Others screamed, "Zamorak will kill us!" None of them knew it was their past creeping out of the darkness.
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