The Legend of the Forum - [~3 Characters Needed!]

[Smokie]

The whole village was in total frenzy. A man came up the road, calling all able-bodied men and boys to arms. Hastily, barricades were being set up around buildings, to protect the women and youngest children. A few brave girls, not more than seventeen years of age, Alduineth guessed, had a grim look on their face and spears in their hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At first news of the Black Knights, he himself had started rounding up all he could find. Behind him, seventy men stood at the ready, some nervously chatting, others simply scared into silence. Among them were mostly farmers, a few merchants, and one or two veterans of the Asgarnia-Misthalin war. These he made into regiment commanders. It was by no means the Royal Guards of Varrock, but this force would have to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Alduineth scouted the landscape, he found that there were eleven separate regiments, each organized into three or four different battalions. Two of the leaders of the regiments seemed to know each other, one looked to be a mage, the other an archer, who for some reason had a blindfold over his eyes. They were talking with one another near a building wall -- strategy perhaps? The other leaders seemed to be war-hardened veterans or White Knights. Between the leaders of the regiments, Alduineth guessed, there was more combat experience than all the soldiers in all the battalions combined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alduineth sighed heavily, and began to march his force towards the others, and began giving orders to his battalion leaders. This would be a very long and hard battle....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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NOTE: A battalion is a subsidary unit of a regiment.

[Armaneth]

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.

 

 

 

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Next person in Draynor to post, you can control my character before and during the battle.

[Craven_Image]

A barren land lay out before Craven Image and Dumah, no living thing in sight, the sky; a mass of dark clouds. The companions journeyed south towards the castle of the dark warriors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I shall rest now," Craven Image said as he sat on the nearest rock he could find, pulling out from a pocket of his robes an old and stale looking cake. "Grr", he threw the cake away and scanned the nearby ground. "Now what you looking for?" questioned Dumah. Craven Image continued looking, "aha, here we are." He picked up what looked like the remains of a very large rabbit and bought them to where he had been sitting and from a backpocket took out a few of these magical runes. "Banarumous externum!" he cried, the bones shook for a second and then aparated into several bunches of bananas. "Now thats better," Craven Image said as he started peeling one open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly a huge cry echoed the wide expanse of the wilderness breaking the silence which enveloped the two. Both their heads turned at once to the south only to see a barren wasteland heading off for many miles until the fog barred their view. The cry was unlike that of a humanoid creature for it must of travelled great distances. The two immediately got up and started walking at twice the pace they had done the previous day...

[Smokie]

The previous day's battle had gone unbelievably well so far. It had taken only two hundred seventy five of Alduineth's men to defeat two hundred Black Knights. Under the circumstances, Alduineth was quite surprised, and more than pleased. Luck seemed to be on Alduineth's side; this morning he had heard that King Roald had finally assembled a five thousand-strong force, and was marching it towards Draynor Village. There had also been a rumor that the dwarves were bringing a force of more than ten thousand, fully armed and trained, to the aid of Draynor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the short time Alduineth had stayed, there had been remarkable change in Draynor Village. A full-fledged stone wall, nearly twenty feet tall, had been built around the main camp and several small ones, too. Three barracks had been built, hastily, but with craftsmanship that showed the talent of the masons who had been brought in. Several watch towers guarded the western front, and a total of two hundred guards were on duty. A formal military academy had been built, and a group of Asgarnia-Misthalin War veterans taught the class. Primary instruction was in archery, secondary in swordsmanship. Alduineth had even volunteered to teach several times.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was not sure what had come over him, but Alduineth felt himself growing.. warm.. to his surroundings. He was beginning to feel like a real person again, someone who was just like other people. Slowly, he knew, his wall of isolation was melting away. He had smiled more in the last fortnight than he had in five years. And the children... Alduineth had always loved children, but after his wife's death, he had not cared for them anymore than he would a middle-aged shopkeeper. But now he loved them all. He laughed and played with the children whenever he had free time from planning strategies, and had taken a fondness to partaking in their games.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yet even with all of this happening, Alduineth was always thinking about the battles. There had been many, twelve in the last three weeks, and each time more and more Black Knights had come. Though casualties were high in the first few battles, the soldiers were picking up fast, and spent most of their free time practicing whatever combat skills they could. Alduineth had taken up instructing classes everyday at sunset, unless of course there was a battle that day. What worried him, however, was how hard all of the soldiers were working. Of course, it was a good thing for so many of the soldiers to have this kind of determination, but sooner or later they would all collapse from exhaustion. For now, though, they were becoming better each day by leaps and bounds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Alduineth approached the campfires where the women were dispensing tonight's dinner, Alshash, one of Alduineth's battalion commanders, came running up to him. "Captain Alduineth! Captain Alduineth!" he shouted breathlessly, "the dwarves have arrived! Even more than expected, fourteen thousand of them!" Alshash clutched his knees and caught his breath, then continued, "They wish to speak to a Lord Amalien, and I thought you might know who he was?" Alduineth nearly fell over from shock, as Alshash eyed him curiously.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I will go and speak to them," Alduineth mumbled numbly. Alshash gave a perfect salute and then ran off to eat with the other battalion commanders. Alduineth took a few moments to gather himself, before heading off toward the main gate. Men to his right were busily clearing land to build a new residential complex. Homes. Families.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lord Amalien, Alduineth thought to himself. How long had it been since he had heard that name? He hadn't heard that name since he had been thrown out of his House.. seven years ago. Amalien Sivtril, man of legends, slayer of demons. Mysteriously disappeared, all of a sudden, gone. The people had wondered for a few months, no more. Then they had forgotten the man who they had said would become the next King Arthur. As Alduineth approached the dwarves, he saw a square, gray-haired face he recognized: Balwin Axebreaker, Head of the Council of Elders. Balwin spoke first.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Lord Amalien Alduineth Sivtril. Your presence honors us."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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EDIT: a fortnight is 14 days.

[Thunder]

Profile

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name : Princess Elise

 

 

 

Age : 21

 

 

 

Appearance : Princess Elise is of normal size for a human, her body is slim and well shaped. Her hazzel nut brown hair reaches just beyound her shoulders, her eyes are blue and not a mark can be phisicly seen on her face or anywhere else on her body. First glance at her you can instantly notice she lacks alot in phisical strength, unable to wield a sword or any other weapon. What she lacks in the strength and defencive side she gains in her wisdom and charisma.

 

 

 

She often walks around in a grey hooded robe, trying to hind her identity to most, knowing that she would be worth alot if someone bad was to capture her. Underneath her grey robes she wears a bright white dress, blinding to eyes used to dark and dirty places. Other than that she dosnt carry much except for the odd book, quill and parchment she keeps in a bag.

 

 

 

Personality : Elise is generaly kind and helpfull, and if she sees someone being miss treated she is soon to lend a helping hand. Even if it means breaking laws and rules of the town/city/kingdome. She has a burning ambition to learn more, and given the opertunity will grab a chance to learn something she does not know. Although she has a habbit of asking to many questions when it is not needed. she is very trustfull and will openly trust a stranger with almost anything, this could be seen as a massive weakness by many, but she see's it as a strength. She can be very stubbern sometimes when arguing, once she gets an idea into her head she will go with it even if it is totally wrong.

 

 

 

Short History : Having been born into the royal family in varrock, she is the youngest of the kings 3 children and the only girl. Having no rights to the throne she soon at a young age started spending great amounts of times in the palace liberay, reading the many books that she could lay her hands on. She often begged servents and members of her family to tell her storys, tails & fairy-tails. Having spent a good 6 years reading and studying in varrock she soon got to the point where she felt she could not learn any more there. Her father was to intrested in teaching his two sons the way of the king, and training them in the many ways of combat. So she set off to travel ,to learn diffrent views of history, diffrent cultures and diffrent ways of life.

[ForsakenMage]

next time you need an open character forasken, pm on here or aol if you still have me added, ive got a character in mind :wink:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sure thing lol.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay.. I guess I better write my part lol. :oops:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aming sighed as she sat down in front of a small campfire on a log, watching the children of the village played nearby under the watchful eye of the mothers. Not too far away, some of the men sat huddled together, discussing the current situation. It had been a long, hard battle earlier in the afternoon, and with the Dwarves now taking refuge, supplies were rapidly growing scarce.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flash! Lightning danced across the skies and soon thunder rumbled. The children screamed in fear and the villagers rushed for shelter. Aming felt the hairs on her back stand on one end as she stood up and quickly ushered some of the children back into their homes. Minutes later, she found Aleksandar standing under the awning of a home, his face towards the vast ocean south of the village. She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How's the regiment holding up for you?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good, better than expected." There's still hope that we might just make it... But why do I get this feeling this is only a test and not the real battle?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm glad to hear." She moved her hand away from his shoulder and gazed in the direction Aleksandar was facing. From afar she could hear the ocean waters crash upon the shore loudly, roaring above the sound of the storm. She cringed at the barely visible smoke from the Black Knight camps over the wall, wishing the terror would end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, there was a loud cry of alarm as the air was suddenly filled with flaming arrows from behind the wall. Aming gave out a short gasp as the arrows continued to fly, some knocked off path by the winds, but still landing too close for comfort.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Get a bucket brigade ready!" she shouted as the villagers scattered about, trying to figure out what was going on. "Aleksandar, please command one of the regiments to fire back over the wall. It's a blind shot, but we're going to have to try!" she said as she then quickly sprinted off towards one of the ladders leading to the top of the wall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar knew there was trouble. The smell of burning arrows and hot metal, the whistle of them streaking through the air were enough to tell him that the situation had grown into more than just swordplay. He hurried towards the sound of men getting their armour on and gave out the orders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"All those well-trained in archery! I need you all to take up your bows and arrows. We're going to fight fire with fire!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile Aming ducked low on the wall to avoid being seen by the knights to see what was the situation. What she saw horrified her. Not only were there battalions of Black Knights, but Dark Wizards and Necromancers as well. She quickly scrambled back down the ladder, then heard a voice almost right next to her. She looked to her right and uttered a sharp gasp when she found a reaper-like figure floating besides her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Try as you might to save this kingdom. But you will not succeed!" At the flash of lightning, there was the gleam of a scythe. Another flash and Aming felt a hot searing pain down her side as she let go of the ladder and fell the last twenty feet to the ground. She landed hard on her side in the saturated ground, nearly knocked senseless. Wincing, she summoned for her staff and struggled up, blood soaking her robes. What was that...? Before she could even take a few steps back to the village, she fell again on her stomach, and darkness quickly enveloped her sight.

[Aleksandar]

Aleksandar listened as his regiment blindly fired arrows over the wall. He chuckled to himself at the irony. By day the rest were sighted archers, but by night he was the only one that could qualify as a sighted ranger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He had heard that the Black Knights had received reinforcements. Dark Wizards and Necromancers from the western lands. The West being his home, he knew of their destructive power. Worthy foes, no doubt. He had an idea though. When he had first overheard some dwarven soldiers talking about the reinforcements, he had worried, but then he had been struck by an idea. He went now to find Aming. She would be the one to take action on his plan. He perceived her as the leader. He didn't want to do something too rash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Aleksandar climbed down the ladder, the arrows flying less frequently now, he sensed an almost instantaneous change in the atmosphere. He sensed something very wrong. It was something inhuman. He heard the swish of a cloak, and the swinging of a weapon, he lightly leaped down the ladder while he knocked an arrow. He grounded and swiftly turned toward the entity and fired the arrow. And as he heard his arrow fly true to his target, he sensed it was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"!?" Aleksandar was completely puzzled, but he let it go because he heard a moan from the beside the ladder. It was a pained, ragged gasp. "Aming!" Aleksandar exclaimed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He knelt next to her and knew she had grave wounds. Quickly he ran into the village to find a Healer. "Healer! I need a Healer, posthaste! By the gods, find me a Healer!" Soon he had four Healers at his side. He commanded they follow him and they went to Aming. The Healers worked their magic, but the wounds seemed enchanted. In the end they could only heal the owund partially with their magic, and the rest they had to stitch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The world, grey at the edges and fuzzy, slowly came into focus. Aming quickly sat up in the bed she was in. A headache that felt like a mallet slamming into her skull hit her like a rushing bull, and a burning in her side forced her to hastily lay back down again. She felt her side and it was criss-crossed with thread. She slowly began to recall the attack, like recalling a dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A strange character in a cloak, lightning, a scythe, a slash, a burning pain, a blackness. She turned her head and saw Aleksandar, perceivably asleep, in the corner of the room. His arms were crossed and his chin rested against his chest. She softly called his name until he awoke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar lifted his head quickly, startled, then he realised where he was. "Ahh, so you have awoken Aming. You had a terrible confrontation apparently. Do you recall it? It must have been severe, you've been asleep for four days now."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming explained what little of the mystifying encounter she could, and Aleksandar listened, seeming to look past her with what flet like a piercing gaze, though she knew he couldn't see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, I may have encountered the same being as you. I believe I would have been attacked, but I fired an arrow and it...well...it was just gone before my arrow got there."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming was silent for a moment, and then she asked a quesiton that had been nagging her since she awoke. "How is the battle going?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar smiled, something she hadn't seen much of from him. "Ahh, finally a topic of relish! I found you lying at the ladder when I was on my way to request something of you. When I learned of the reinforcements gained by the Black Knights' forces, I realised there were many more that could be gained for us as well. On the day after your incident, the reinforcements from Varrock arrived, however King Roal was much less generous than we had been lead to believe. Despite the original claim of 5000 trained men, only 3000 came, but trained soldiers were a nice change. They were welcomed gratefully and have since fought fiercely. I immediately sent runners to the Wizards' Tower south of this village and to the Kingdom of Al Kharid after your wounds had been mended and you had been giving proper housing. The runners were sent to request reinforcements from both locations. The Wizards arrived the next day as their tower is only a short distance south. They have been an invaluable addition to their forces. The forces from Al Kharid have been confirmed by our runner who came in on the eve of yesterday. They are 7500 of the fiercest desert warriors. They are marching in swiftly and will be here tomorrow morning. The fight has turned for the units who have been in our village as well. Apparently a fire grew out of the control of the Black Knights in one of their camps. Because of the dry conditions and the lack of rain, the fire spread quickly and killed several of their forces. Supplies were lost and some spies have even reported that a major storehouse was destroyed in the flames. And aside from that, the Black Knights' forces have been growing increasingly paranoid as a man that they could only describe as 'the shadow' was killing their forces as a stealth warrior. Some of our men, unfortunately, have confirmed that the body of this fighter has been found, but they removed the body and we are trying to keep the fear within their ranks. Aside from that, we have had a low number of casualties, and all I can say is that the battle has taken a turn for the better, and with you in our ranks again soon and the forces of Al Kharid coming in soon, we should be able to defeat the Black Knights' forces soon."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Throughout Aleksandar's report, Aming had become increasingly better-spirited. She didn't have much to say, she was ecstatic. Her forces were going to win. They were going to be alright. She was certain of it. She was eager to go back to the battlefield, and explained to Aleksandar that she wished to rest for the remainder of the day and she would fight again with the arrival of the Al Kharid warriors. Aleksandar approved of her idea, and he left the room. On the other side of the door, out of sight of everyone. He lowered his head and rubbed his temples. He had had a vision while Aming was unconcious. He hadn't told anyone of it for he didn't wish to lower the morale of the soldiers. This battle was only the beginning. His vision had shown him a force unimaginably larger than the onethey had fought. They were no longer fighting behind the protective wall of Draynor Village, but in an unrecognizable area. He had been right in his feeling. This battle would only be a test of the real battle to come. He regained his composure and hastened to the door, knocking an arrow, he started to run to the battlefield.

[Smokie]

Lol Armaneth it's not a problem for me. I'm trying to build Alduineth's history and whatnot. My next post will be about Alduineth regaining his "Lordship" :wink: and all..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You remember my description right? About how he was outcast and used to be a legend and everything? Yah the dwarves will sort of clear that up, search through his past and make him confront himself.. Type of thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To the rest of you: Sorry that I'm sort of running my own sub-plot along the side. :oops: Just that I designed the character to be a troubled person.. Trying to get through that and then I'll *actually* join in :P.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thunder: Here's a sort of list of what's going on...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACTIVE PARTICIPANTS:

 

 

 

- Dumah and Craven Image are in the Wilderness, rapidly marching south. (They know each other)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Aleksandar and Aming are in Draynor Village, and they know each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Dremmol is in traveling the land in search of the one who is greater than Zamorak.. (She's like a Dark Wizard) [Has not met anyone]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Armaneth is in Draynor, and has met Aming, but doesn't really know her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Alduineth is in Draynor as well, and has not met anybody..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Lucien Kaine is in Port Sarim [this is darkrick's character], searching for Aming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

K that's it for the people who have posted and stuff until now..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INACTIVE PARTICIPANTS... (These are people who said they wanted to do it, and some made character profiles, others didn't, but in either case they MAY OR MAY NOT post in the future).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Raiyax [Miner_69r = username of poster]

 

 

 

- Astralinre [this is the username of the poster -- has not yet made a bio]

 

 

 

- Dante Rose [Danabis]

 

 

 

- Hujiko [Dios_Oscuro]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and finally.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DECEASED/WITHDRAWN PARTICIPANTS...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Mohammad Kabir [Cloaked_Shadow]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TOWN/VILLAGE STATUS... (Of the places that have been mentioned and written about extensively thus far)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- Falador: Utterly destroyed

 

 

 

- Draynor Village: Current center stage of the Legend, developing in to a great city like Falador was.

 

 

 

- Port Sarim :?: : I'm not sure anyone really knows what is going on here, some people have said it was burned to the ground when the Black Knights used ships to bring in soldiers, and some talk of it as though it's still there.. Status unconfirmed. Just don't write anything about it :P

 

 

 

That concludes this update :P. Hope it helps you out..

[Craven_Image]

A crack of lightning brought the oncoming of a new storm as rain lashed down on the two companions. Robes were starting to get soaked and the wind howled; chilling their bodies to the bone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We approach the darkened mines", Craven Image shouted under the howls of the wind. They clambered to the top of a large hump in the ground and peered over cautiously. Below them was the hobgoblin mines, a place reknowned to be dangerous; a place infested by hobgoblins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dumah squinted under the wind and rain as he looked down, "Where are they?", normally hobgoblins were on patrol all around the mines, guarding the secret entrances to the dark caverns beneath, guarding the rocks which pertruded out the ground and ambushing unsuspecting dwarven miners. "I don't intend to find out where they are but my guess is that they have joined in with this fray down south," Craven Image said. "I don't intend to be out in these cold places much longer, come, we shall leave this place and carry on with our journey," Dumah said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The two of them took a wide route around the circumferance of the mines and hunched forward against the wind carrying on their journey south...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two days passed and the storm had not subsided if anything it was getting stronger as the days progressed. "Look!", Dumah cried. Out in the distance, to their left could be seen a blurry image of a blackened castle. "We are nearly there, come," Craven Image said and turned to the south east, marching forward at a greater pace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wind subsided dramatically as they approached the castle from it's west. The weather it seemed was tamed around these parts, or maybe the force which had lain siege to this castle had some how taken control of the climate as well as the warriors who had guarded it for many a year. A malevolent force could be felt within the two companions hearts, the castle eminated a fear although none of the two admitted this to each other. They were but 100 metres away from the castle when they both stopped, the land was flat and barren between them, lain out before them were the bodies of the fallen, the stench of death could be smelt as they looked upon the sight of many a fallen warrior hundreds if not thousands of dark warriors bodies lay befallen some were hobgoblins, some were black knights and others were chaos dwarfs. The castle could now be seen clearly from where they had stopped. Dumah slowly lowered himself to the ground and grabbed Craven Image as he did so; forcing him to the ground. "Look!" he cried in a whisper this time. There in front of the two were two Black Demons guarding the drawbridge which had been lowered. They towered three or four times as high as any man, a huge hulk of a figure with great black wings, the body was jet black which made it hard to see in these parts, it's head was what could be described as a dragon's but with a shorter nose. Blood red eyes stood out, looking at the expanse before them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well it certainly looks like the Dark Warriors lost their battle, I doubt any of them reside there anymore," Craven Image said as he stared at the sight before him. They're attention was soon grabbed by the sight of a group of Dwarfs heading south to the castle from the north. Chaos Dwarves and more than 10,000 strong were marching up to the castle. "They must be coming from their own mines up in the north west, it was a good thing we didn't approach from the north or else we would have quite a fight on our hands," Dumah calmy said. The Black Demons stood like statues as the dwarfs piled into the castle at marching pace. "It seems like a rally point of evil," Craven Image said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What's that?" Dumah pointed. A distant figure was slowly moving up from the south towards the castle, a figure dressed in black. The figure slowly approached the towering Black Demons with what seemed to be fearlessness, the first black demon lowered it's head and stared at the oncoming figure. It then lifted a clawed right arm to beckon the new-comer inside the dark castle. "I don't think I shall be going anywhere near there for some time", Dumah said as he turned to leave and started walking south; back to the mainlands, leaving Craven Image behind to stare at the sight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drummol the dark witch however was more than obliged to enter the Dark Castle...

[Thunder]

As a grey hooded figure made her way through the dense overgrown trees just west of lumbridge. Stepping on fallen twigs and leaves and as made her way though the forest, her walking stick, leaving a slight imprint in the dirt trodden ground. As she pulled off her hood she squinted at the sun which son through the gaps left by the trees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sitting down by a old hollow log she sighed and put down her bag and stick. Stretching she opened her bag and retrieved a water canteen, which she soon drank from. Roughly after a hour she had already got a fire started and was cooking a blend of fruits and vegetables in a metal pan. Stirring it with a wooden spoon she laid back and waiting for the meal to cook. She stared up into the sky; all seemed so peaceful out here in the wild. No noise from the rushing of people getting to work and back, no shouting from the people at the market stalls. It was just her and Mother Nature, meanwhile why these thoughts roamed her head her eyes began to close. Unable to withstand her heavy eyes she soon fell into a short nap with the sound of birds and near by animals playing with one another.

[Aleksandar]

A silvery-golden light shone through the leaves and danced on the dew-sprinkled ground. A shady grey-hooded woman drowsily opened her eyes to see the glorious sight of the sunrise. It was still very early and the sun was just edging away from the horizon. However, it was not the sunlight that had awaken her, but a low rumble, like thunder in the distance before an immense storm. But the rumble never subsided, it never grew softer, but it grew louder, and she gradually felt the ground start to tremble, if only the tiniest bit. She walked to the top of a hill near her small camp and peered down to the earth that was far below. A sea of dark-skinned men were marching through the forest. They were all brown-skinned and many had beards. They wore medium helmets that reflected the light of the early-morning sun in their shiny metallic surfaces. She could tell by their appearance and garb that they were desert warriors. She decided that she should follow them because a force so large could only be going to a place of war, and she was feeling rather adventurous. The grey-cloaked figure put up her hood and swiftly moved into the shelter of the trees, as she followed the force of desert warriors to a place where they would do battle, but she didn't know the peril she was traveling to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar was getting anxious as the sun approached it place in the afternoon sky. He had had men constantly checking on its position because the Al Kharid forces had been due several hours ago in the morning. But recently a low rumble had been audible and he knew that the forces were coming, the rumble was undoubtedly the sound of an immense marching force. He had picked up on it before anyone else because, due to his lack of sight, his other senses were sharper than everyone elses. He went to rouse Aming because she would want to begin preparations to meet the Al Kharid warriors and their general. When Aleksandar arrived Aming was sitting on the end of her bed, completely dressed and ready. This surprised him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I woke up earlier this morning and I couldn't sleep," she explained, "I've been ready to go for about 2 hours now, I'm just nervous, and I don't know why. I can't place my finger on it. We have a large force of some of the greatest warriors in all of Asgarnia coming to our aid, yet I feel that we may not win. But I am ready to go now, I need to talk to the dwarves anyway. I was informed that they spoke to Amalien Alduineth Sivtril."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar took a few seconds to take this in. "Amalien Alduineth Sivtril? The one and only? Within our very ranks?" Amalien Sivtril was a legendary warrior that had done great feats for his village and even major towns. He was a famed mercenary, but no one really could say much about his past, his history. All Aleksandar and Aming needed to know that he was a great fighter, and it would help to know him and put him in a place of command where he could be most effective. There conversation was ended, and they exited the house together, but once on the path outside the home, they said their parting words and went in opposite directions, Aming to converse with the Dwarven leaders, and Aleksandar to check to the east for the coming Al Kharid warriors. As Aleksandar moved to the southeast, he heard the army moving. By the volume of the army he could tell that they were near, and would be here within the hour. Aleksandar entered the forest and decided that he would meet them partway to Draynor Village. A a little ways into the forest, Aleksandar heard some twigs snap and the sound of hurried feet running on the springy ground. He quickly readied his bow and knocked an arrow. He aimed at whoever had made the sound, and knew that if he let fly the arrow, it would hit its mark. "Who are you and what is your business?" Aleksandar requested of the person.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I am called Elise. I am here because I followed the army of the desert warriors, and I was interested into what engagement they could be going that would require a force of such proportions. I wish no harm upon anyone." She decided not to surrender her title of Princess as it might cause some trouble, and she didn't really wnat anyone to know who she was. "As I was interrogated, may I ask you one question?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, but be brief, I go to escort the Al Kharid army to the village where they will prepare to enter battle." Aleksandar wondered what she could possibly want to know. He also noted that she was a bit bold and wondered if she just didn't realize that her boldness was a bit rude. He did not mind though, he found it humoring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What is the cloth on your eyes for? Would you not like to see?" Elise thought that the cloth was a foolish thing to keep on his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can't see. I was blinded by men that would betray another man. But I'm sitll as a good an archer as ever." He ended her question with that, and told her to either follow im or go to Draynor Village, otherwise she might meet an unpleasant fate due to the current state of things. As Aleksandar swept on to meet the army, Elise was left standing on the springy earth in the forest, and she had to make up her mind.

[Smokie]

"Elder," Alduineth said, bowing, "what need do you have of my soul that you have summoned me?" It was an ages old tradition among dwarves, and nobles familiar with dwarven customs. No one knew exactly where it had come from, but it was always said before conversing with an Elder. Balwin Axebreaker had forged platemail for Alduineth's great-great-grandfather, Lamathius Sivtril. Lamathius had died two hundred years ago, and even at that time Balwin had had gray hairs. His current age was beyond Alduineth's ability to fathom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"A very deep need indeed, child," said Balwin sighing, "the Council of Elders has a grave need of your assistance. There is a great evil spreading across these lands, like none anyone has seen before. Yet in our records, our ancestors record of it happening once before, when we walked the earth as you do. Our histories tell us of this same evil, the evil which caused the dwarves to abandon the Upper World and seek refuge in the mines." Balwin was never one to dawdle, but Alduineth was caught off balance by the Elder's straight-forwardness. "Gielenor needs heroes once more, Amalien Sivtril; the Legion of Guthix must be formed once more."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alduineth nearly choked. The Legion of Guthix. It was said in the histories that the Legion had been called upon only twice, once nearly twelve thousand years ago, and yet again four thousand years ago. The needs had been very much the same. A very sudden and drastic change in the world had needed for the united stand of the world's greatest heroes and leaders, and they had risen to the call. "Great Elder, what assistance would you wish me to provide the Legion?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Balwin chuckled dryly. "Amalien Sivtril, you are not the same man I knew seven years ago, who would leap at the chance to go on any adventure. You have changed. Your hands are bloodstained, your heart is broken, your soul is a dim light fighting through the fog of discontentment." Balwin eyed Alduineth very seriously, and then continued, "Yet I see you have changed very recently. You are beginning to see the light, your heart is beginning to mend, and you are washing the blood from your hands in the holiness of good deeds. Search within yourself Amalien, you are a lost man, and a lost man cannot lead the Legion of Guthix." With that, Balwin gave Alduineth a final glance and with the rest of the Council, headed toward their camp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As if one shock was not enough, another hit Alduineth like a rock over the head. "You have grown soft, Amalien, you are indeed not the same man." Alduineth whipped around to see Wynsor, his younger brother, standing alone, suited in golden-trimmed armor, clutching his helm in one hand, blade in the other. Alduineth could only stare for a long while, before Wynsor spoke again, "You seem surprised to see me. Is that any way to greet a long-lost brother?" Yet he was not smiling. There was a tightness around his eyes, and the brother Alduineth had left would have come running at the sight of him. Wynsor had been the only one to write, and had once come to visit him in secret after he had been thrown out from his noble Asgarnian House.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What troubles you brother?" asked Alduineth, putting the dwarves out of his mind for the moment. Leader of the Legion of Guthix! It bewildered him. When Wynsor did not reply, Alduineth asked, "How are Mother and Father, and how is Glavius?" Wynsor mumbled something indistinctly, and Alduineth sought to cheer him up. "Oh come on you rascal, you're surely not afraid of your brother are you?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fine then, brother," spat Wynsor. "How are Mother and Father? Mother is dead and Father is captured, that's how they are! And what of our poor little wretch of a cousin Glavius? He bloody disappeared, that's what!" Wynsor stood trembling, letting the helm and sword fall to the ground. "Those.. Black Knights," he said unsteadily, "they tortured Mother, sneering the whole time, finally giving her death at the hands of a dog. And.. And.. All I could do was sit and watched, gagged like a bloody doll, hands tied, as they dragged Father off to their castle." He broke down then, unable to say more, sobbing and trembling, an odd sight with him in majesticly golden-trimmed armor. He recoiled like a snake, though, regaining his poise and confidence in a split second. "I've trained hard, Amalien, trying to be as good as you. Now I come here to see that all you've done is forgotten your troubles and happily spent your time prancing around!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"There have been twenty three attacks in the last three weeks, brother," Alduineth said icily, "and for all the prancing I've done there are two thousand Black Knights dead. If you wish to question my word, I can give you a name of first hand witnesses." Alduineth shook with rage, but then the words Wynsor had said sank in. His mother, the one who had loved him so much, who had been pained when he had been outcasted, who had read him stories of heroes and fairy tales of kingdoms and royalty. He nearly sobbed himself. Alduineth looked up to find Wynsor gone, and nearly hit himself for the way he had dealt with his brother. Family. Such a strange thing to Alduineth now. He wondered if he would ever have a family of his own.. No! Too many pained memories of Elecia.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Alduineth turned to walk back towards the camp, with much on his mind, and turmoil in his heart, a blind-folded man walked towards him questioningly. "Lord Amalien? I am Aleksandar."

[ForsakenMage]

Mage, add to the story, lol. I don't want to go back and forth with Smokie forever, it isn't as interesting. Let's get some other people that haven't been as active in the sotry more active.

Sorry lol some stuff came up. :lol: Adding now....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aming sighed a little as she began to make her way towards the Dwarven leaders, a grim look set on her face. The previous event nights before had left her with bad dreams, visions now and again, of pure horror and evil. She shivered, half glad and half disappointed she didn't see the face of her attacker.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dwarven men were busily smithing weapons and armour for the warriors on makeshift anvils and worktables. Others were hurriedly running supplies of bars and ores from the underground mines of Edgeville/Varrock. Some were preparing for battle, donning their helmets and axes and leather armour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She approached one dwarf, who appeared to be resting in the meantime, busily eatting a kebab and drinking some ale. "Excuse me, sir, but could you direct me to one of the leaders of your clan?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dwarf looked at her skeptically before saying drunkenly, "Ah! Yoos be look fer Balwin Axebreaker, yesh?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If he is the leader, yes, is there any way I can speak with him?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yoos might find him wiv Council of Elders. Der ova there, but dun disturb dem! Day might be bizy!" he replied, waving his beer glass towards the southeastern side of the village.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming nodded. "Very well, thank you. I'll be sure to approach them when they are not as busy."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"'Ave a good 'un, matey!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming walked away from the dwarf, cringing a little when the pain came back to her side where the shadow had struck her, the grim reminder of that burning night. She stopped when the pain grew worse and rested most of her weight on her staff until it went away. What in the name of Saradomin... She cringed again as the pain came back at her at the thought of the god of pure goodness. Was this some sort of warning from the evil Zamarok? Surely he wouldn't want to play such havok on this land... Would he?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She swallowed a lump in her throat as the pain went away and she quickly made her way towards the direction of the Council. She noticed a group sitting around a fire, quietly discussing things among themselves, and thought it wise to stand back for now until one of them acknowledged her presence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sorry for the short post... I have MAJOR writer's block. :(

[Aleksandar]

Aleksandar had already escorted the Al Kharidian forces into the village. That had been almost two hours ago. He had also escorted Elise into the village. Once those needs had been attended too, he realised Aming was nowhere to be found, and assumed she was still awaiting a moment of opportune to meet with the Dwarven Council. He decided, since he had already done what he needed to do, that he might as well go and join her. As he was walking towards where he had been told the Dwarves were, he heard Elise's voice. She was talking to someone. Elise saw Aleksandar out of the corner of her eye and interrupted her conversation to look at him. She then decided she would accompany the blind man, and she fell in step with him, leaving the man she had been talking to looking after her, and eventually turning back to go to the battlefield. Aleksandar sighed as the new companion joined him, not really wanting much company. "Hello," he said somewhat reluctantly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hello to you as well," replied Elise, "How did you know I was here, because you are blind."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Seeing isn't the only thing one is capable of," Aleksandar told her, "I am going to meet with the Dwarven Council and a woman named Aming. Conversation may become dull. Do you really want to come?" He inquired, hoping she would decide that she wasn't too eager to be bored.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However, Elise perkily explained that she didn't mind, and she would love to listen to the Council Elders speak, and maybe learn some things of their people and their history. So the two continued on, and they were at the Dwarven camp soon. Aleksandar heard Aming talking from far across the camp, and he also heard what he knew had to be the Council meeting. Along with the camp noises cluttering his alert ears, Aleksandar heard another voice, distinctly different from the rest. Most of the Dwarven conversations consisted of voices that were drunken, slurred, and stumbling over the words. Aming's voice was soft, and comanding, and the council voices were wise and clear. But this voice was different. It was a man's voice was unmistakably that of a gentle, and it was confident. "Amalien," Aleksandar thought to himself. He kept moving through the dwarves and approached the Lord as his conversation came to an end. The Lord turned around and saw Aleksandar approaching him, followed by a young woman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Lord Amalien, I am Aleksandar," Aleksandar said to him, being careful to use the tittle Lord, he did not wish to disrespect him, he could be a very valuable member of their 'team.' Aleksandar sensed Aming join them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Please, just Amalien. I haven't been addressed like that for a long while," Amalien replied, "I see two fair ladies accompany you, would you please introduce me?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Of course," Aleksandar said, "Lord Amalien, Elise. She only recently came to the village. I found her sneaking through the forest following the Al Kharidi army." Elise was a little flushed, but she bowed to Amalien, who did the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And this is Aming. She arrived in the village around the same time I did, about a fortnight ago. She has endevoured much more than many here though, and is a born leader." Aming accepted the compliment, and bowed to Amalien, who, once again, did the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well then," Amalien said, "What did you see me about?"

[Armaneth]

Even though everyone else is ignoring my character I present, I cannot. So, I'll have to bring him out of the darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There, that puts a twist on things.

[ForsakenMage]

 

Dont feel too bad about it, last time i think we accidentally left corey out of like 3 chapters :?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am so ignored >.o

Poor Armaneth! *Hugs!*

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay here goes... I shall defeat writer's block!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By the way, call me slow but I noticed that a lot of us like having our names starting with the letter "A" lol! (Amalien, Aleksandar, Armaneth, Alduineth, Aming hehe!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"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."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These words from Armaneth chilled her to the bone as Aming stared at him, a bewildered look on her face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How much time do we have?" she asked, quickly regaining her composure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Not a lot," was Armaneth's reply.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming frowned. "Many of the warriors of here are melee fighters, not mages..." She looked towards the direction of a thunderous boom that echoed in the still air. "We're running out of time." She looked to Amalien and Aleksandar. "We're going to have to prepare for the worst." She bowed to Amalien. "I'm sorry our meeting was cut short, but perhaps you can help us ready some troops for the upcoming attack?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amalien nodded. "No need to bow. I'll set off to see to the Dwarven company."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar wordlessly made his way towards the Al Kharid troops while Aming hurried back to the White Knights. She stopped short and looked over her shoulder to Armaneth, smiling a little. "If you want to use those magic spells of yours, now would be a good time to prepare them." She then turned to Elsie. "Ma'am, I suggest you take safety lest you want to find yourself caught in the battle. The villagers are most likely heading towards the Wizard's Tower south of village, but it will be crowded, so I suggest you hurry!" With that she turned away, her thoughts clouded with images of fearsome battle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So now we fight, mage against mage... She shivered a little, recalling the last mage-related battle she was in. Thousands of soldiers were frozen to the spot and hacked down to pieces in a matter of seconds as the mages unleashed their binding and weakening spells for their comrades to rush for the kill. It wasn't a pretty sight, and it was not something she wanted to happen here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As she finally made her way to the White Knights, the scent of decaying human bodies grew stronger. Time's against us! she thought angrily as she barked out the orders for a direct rush. "Don't let those Dark Mages and Necromancers hit you with their spells or it will be the doom of you all!" she warned grimly. There was a shout of fear and she turned around. A few yards away stood the dark figure with the scythe she had encountered before. This time she could see a bright grin on its face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's Death! He's come to bring us to the gates of Hell!" cried a soldier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Silence! It's only an illusion!" Aming commanded. At least, I hope it is...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh I'm no illusion, child," the figure laughed. "Soon darkness will envelop this land and my master shall rule!" With a wicked laugh, the figure disappeared, leaving them shuddering under their armour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming turned around and faced the knights again. "Don't let that get to you. Remember, we still have a chance at saving the kingdom."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And if we don't? We're only bringing our death by our own hands!" shouted a knight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I must bring up their morale and courage. Aming snapped her fingers once, and immediately a full set of rune armour with a plated skirt, full helmet, and plate armour were upon her. In her red-gloved hands were a kite shield and the Crescent Blaze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You won't die in vain. Not while I stand," she said. "I will lead the front myself."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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EDIT: DOH! Missed Alduineth! >.

[Armaneth]

I'll probably make an addition in the next few days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well I hope it's not already planned out, cause I really need to contribute.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Whew that should do it. -Looks post up and down- I forget where/who Amalien is so I left them out >.o

[ForsakenMage]

Sorry for the delay... Anywhere here goes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aming looked at the others who awaited patiently for her to tell her story. But she only shook her head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I desire not to tread upon my past... T'was not a very happy one..." She glanced at them carefully, then sighed. "But I will just this once..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If you don't wish to..." Armaneth began.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No... It's probably best I relate my tale than leave it locked up inside," Aming interrupted gently. She began to relate the beginnings of her life, the daughter of two mages in another realm where magic was a part of every day life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"When I was very young, my father disappeared the night of a meteor shower. It was strange... no one could explain it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I later stumbled across a book while studying at a temple in which revealed to me the secrets of the realms. It is that that forever changed my life. I am a guardian, one who must watch the scales of magic: Light and Dark. Should one side tip too far, it is my job to see to it that it is righted."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was something in her eyes that seemed to want to say more than what she had said already, but no other words came from her lips as she looked down at the fire, tears rolling down her cheek. She cleared her throat a little, wiping the tears away with the sleeve of her robes. Despite this, the tears began to fall, and her voice cracked a little as she continued to speak.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I have the feeling if we fight anymore here we will end up in the realm of death before we know what is the cause of great evil that is upon this land." She bowed down her head, not wanting them to see the fear and sadness in her eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So do you propose we go find the 'source', if any, of this?" asked Amalien.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth looked at them thoughtfully. "If we do find this 'source', it will save more lives than us staying here to fight."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We can't leave these people alone without someone to watch them over," Aleksander said, shifting himself into a more comfortable position on the crate he was sitting on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amalien nodded. "True, not all are well-seasoned fighters still. We have a good army here yes, but the numbers have fallen greatly since the last attack..." He looked towards the direction of another fire burning, where children were laughing, running after one another while their parents watched, smiling sadly. "But we must have faith... Many here do not deserve to die or face this terrible wrath."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming stood up wordlessly and headed towards the shores of the village, staring out towards the dark sea. Not too far away from her the willow trees rustled in the wind softly, almost like the sound of rain. Her thoughts ran wildy over the battle scenes from the past few weeks. Blow after blow, time after time, more damage, more suffering.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It should not be their battle," she said, meaning the citizens of the village. "Nor should these knights be subjected to evil at such numbers." Her voice seemed to travel towards the ocean, as though talking to some unseen person there, but the only reply she received was the soft roar of the waves.

[Armaneth]

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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No battles this turn, now it's time to travel.

[Aleksandar]

Aleksandar had heard the others turn toward the direction of Draynor, and he went with them. By the accounts of the others, the Black Knights' camp had been destroyed by demons. The good news was that the citizens were safe and as was the army...for now. The bad news was that the disappearance of thousands upon thousands of black knights was not an easy task, even for demons. The amount of demons had to be immense, and as did the power of each demon. Aleksandar did not know if the others had considered this yet, but he was now. As Aleksandar walked, he thought to himself of what must be happening to the world. He thought and he thought, and the others tried to make conversation. He had no desire to talk to anyone right now. He felt that he was close to remembering something. Something from his past. The incident that left him blind had also destroyed some of his memory. A few years of memory, maybe 5, maybe 10. He couldn't know. It seemed that the only thing he knew after it was the bow and the arrows. He was as deft as ever with those, like it was an instinct. But most of his memory came slowly, the days of his youth, his adolescent years, and the first years of his adulthood. But the last 10 or so years was a blur.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Aleksandar racked his memory, he suddenly stopped. The others continued on for a few steps more, and then realised he had fallen out of step. They looked back at him and beckoned him to come forward with some motions of their hands. He knew they were silently beckoning him, although they weren't aware of Aleksandar's knowledge, so they raised their voices when they realised he was blind. "Come on Aleksandar," Aming called.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hold your tongue!" Aleksandar said viciously, perhaps more so than he meant to. Aming felt hurt and backed off. Aleksandar stood, listening intently. Suddenly he lifted his head. "Can you not hear it? That hideous sound, a beating, black, devilish, tattoo. It is that of an unspeakable evil. The heart of the darkest being, his beating heart, and the beat of the drums his minions play. It has disturbed me in the realm of dream, and I have heard it in the day sometimes, however, minute, so minutely it was in my ears. And now, it is a clear, steady tattoo. If not for my sharpened hearing from the incident, I know I would not be able to hear it, but I can, how it haunts me, how I wish I could ignore it, but I can't. We must leave. We don't have enough time to dwaddle in Draynor. We don't have enough time to take another step east. We must be rid of this place, we must go to Entrana and seek the counsel of the wise men there. They know secrets of the world we can barely begin to know. They can help us. This has happened before, and the darkness was conquered, and now it must be again. We must go to Entrana. Whether or not you agree, I will go there. If it be on my own, I will go. If it be with our small party, I will go. If it be with an army of 10,000 men, I will go, but by the gods, I go to Entrana!" And with this, Aleksandar set south to the abandoned dock of Port Sarim to find a way to Entrana. The others stood in their places, looking at each other, sharing looks of bewilderment and wonder.

[ForsakenMage]

Well here goes. Writer's block shan't stop me now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aming watched in bewilderment as Aleksandar hurried off southwards, wondering what in the world had gotten into the "sightless" archer. In a frightening way, it reminded her of watching an old friend of hers do the very same thing in the battlegrounds she had once fought in so many years ago. She had called for him to come back then, but he never returned as dark figures quickly enveloped him and the only thing she heard then were the horrible shrieks and screams he emitted above the sounds of battle around her. Her mind came back to the present at that precise moment of recollection, and her eyes focused once again on the running figure of Aleksandar. She had to get back with the group.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Aleksandar, get back here! Rushing off like that isn't going to do you or any of us good! Come back!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar didn't seem to hear her as he ran on towards the docks. With a glance over her shoulder, Aming announced, "I'm going after him. I do not wish to see harm come his way should he do something rashly." She looked at each of them carefully in the eye. "We may or may not see each other again, should you not follow. I hope the first and not the second. May the gods guide you all and be careful. The lands are vicious and filled with evil as the seconds wear on and I speak, so go!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without another word, she turned heels and ran after Aleksandar, the folds of her cloak trailing after her. She stopped when she finally caught up to Aleksandar, shaking her head. "Why must you be so hasty with your actions? Do you realize it could get you killed?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar turned towards the direction of her voice and a frown was seen. "I know what I'm doing."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Maybe, but I do not. However, I'm not going to leave you alone." She glanced over towards the dock, where the remains of broken ships lay scattered. For a moment, she wasn't sure how they were going to get to Entrana until she found a small series of rowboats still tied next to the dock. She tapped Aleksandar's shoulder and said, "Guess we're going to have to row our way towards Entrana. I dare not risk using a spell in these ill times for it may attract unwanted attention."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If that is the case, lead the way." He shuddered a little as the horrible tattoo suddenly came back to him. Hearing Aming beginning to move away, he followed the sound of her footsteps. Suddenly, the dock began to groan rather fearfully.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Aleksandar, jump to your right!" Aming screamed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whatever was going on, it was clear there was trouble as the sound grew louder. No further bidding needed, he jumped and was caught by an Air Spell. Soon he felt himself lowered onto the row boat rather roughly as Aming began to call out another spell, waves of water quiclky urging the small craft away as the dock gave a loud moan and crack, sending splinters and blocks of wood flying into the air. Aming called up a barrier to block the flying debris from them, then stared in horror at what now was in the place of the dock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Saradomin save us! It's a sea monster!" she whispered. Indeed, the hideous monster with the arms of an octopus, the body of a squid, and the head of a Medussa-like creature was an alarming sight to see. The monster eyed them hungrily and gave out a mighty roar as the water above it rose and fell, sending crashing waves towards their craft. Aleksandar prepared to knock an arrow while Aming quickly steadied the boat, uttering a prayer and spell at the same time in preparation for an attack. Would they be able to escape?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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EDIT: Spelling errors, etc. fixed

[Aleksandar]

Aleksandar let loose his arrow as an enormous arm, lined with suction-cup like appendages, slammed down on the dock near their boat. The sound of the crash was frighteningly close. The arrow stuck right where he intended, in the monster's eye. He knew that he had hit his mark as he heard a screech that was incapable of coming from a human. He heard and felt the power of Aming's spells as they rushed by him and hit their targets. She was speaking in strange tongues he couldn't comprehend, and was an entirely different person in battle. Normally she was polite, well-mannered, kind in speech and behavior, but in battle, it was as if she was possessed by a demon. She relentlessly attacked the monster, but did it with subtle elegance that Aleksandar could even appreciate with unseeing eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But he had no time to think of such trivial things. He had to think. This monster would not go down easily, and they had to get to Entrana quickly. Then it hit him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Aming! Shoot your most powerful fire spell at me! Trust me! Do it!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming seemed hesitant, but with their lives at stake, she sent a wave of fire his way. Aleksandar sensed the heat, it was intense, and he knew his, and her, survival depended on his timing. The spell was in front of him, and with quickness never before seen in those lands, he tore of the magical cloth around his eyes and deflected the spell right at the monster with a flick of the cloth. The cloth's magical power was greater than the spell's, and it didn't show a sign of harm from taking the full force of the spell, and then catapulting it at the sea monster. Then, Aleksandar knocked an arrow and shot an arrow through the center of the spell. It emerged on the other side aflame with the fires of Zamorak. The arrow tore into the sea monster's flesh and embedded itself deep into the monster. Then the flame spell slammed into the monster and parts followed through the small hole the arrow made and the flame, being magical, entered the monster's veins and vegan to flow within the monsters body. The monster was literally pumping Zamorak's flames through its body. Suddenly, and very violently, the monster caught fire, starting from its heart. It spread across the monster's body, and it resolved to go under the water. The flames kept burning, the magic stronger than the water. Aleksandar ushered Aming into the boat. She caught a quick glimpse of his unseeing eyes before he replaced the magical cloth to where it had sat for many years. Then, he started rowing, toward Entrana.

[Armaneth]

Ooo ooo, my turn! Oh and Aleksander, Aming wouldn't use anything that had to do with Zamorak, thought I'd let you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Plot twist, have fun next poster, but do read my profile again, I've changed it to match my RP character.

[Chaosbringer]

Ok, let me join the fray!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Vandiel

 

 

 

Loyalty: Guthix / Order of Nature

 

 

 

Looks: Dark Brown hair with green eyes, 6`1 Tall (Just like me :D) Somewhat stocky build.

 

 

 

Wears: Blessed Druid robes worn by all battle druids, if it was stat wise it would be more than Addy but less than Rune.

 

 

 

Armant: Multiple things, main is 2 Medium swords, but can use claws and daggers aswell.

 

 

 

Age: 32

 

 

 

Gender: Male

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bio: Older brother to Jatix, owner of the Herblore shop in Traverly, his father was a part of The Order of Nature, a group of druids and Guthix followers who saw it upon themselves to uphold the balance.

 

 

 

He was killed while trying to sorta a dispute between a group of Black and White Knights when Vandiel was 14, Kaqemeex took the father figure role and trainded him how to be a herblorist, but Vandiel always wanted to be a druid warrior.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He achieved his goal when he was 21, he then rose the ranks quickly and became one of the Cheif Warriors.

 

 

 

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Vandiel was standing infront of The Couldron of Thunder, he was tired, he'd been there for countless weeks preparing a spell and potion that could finally take back the original druid circle near Varrock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vandiel heard the sound of heavy foot steps running down the corridor of the dungeon, there wasn't any clanking, so he knew it wasn't a fighter, proberly a ranger or mage looking for wealth in the deeper parts of the dungeon. But as soo as he turned back to the potion the gates to the Couldron swung open, with out the attack of the Enchanted Amour, and only druids could do that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He turned around and saw Sanfew, one of the Druid elders, was panting.

 

 

 

"Vanadiel, where have you been! The elders have been looking for you for weeks!!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We have urgent news for you" Sanfew all rushed out at once

 

 

 

"Well what is it?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Cliffhanger !

[ForsakenMage]

Here I go again! :shock:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Aming sighed softly as she stared out towards the direction of Entrana, a distant look held in her dark brown eyes. For a moment, she closed them, listening only to the sound of waves gently hitting the sides of the row boat and Aleksandar rowing, splashing along. A cold wind made her open her eyes and she shivered slightly. She glanced around. In front of her was Aleksandar, steadily rowing. To her right was Armaneth, who appeared to be sleeping or deep in thought. Her mind felt distracted for some reason, but she wasn't sure what was it that bothered her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Aleksandar, maybe you should rest. I'll take over the rowing for now."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksandar, who had been rowing for several hours now, needed no further bidding and switched places with Aming. With a somewhat determined look on her face she began to row onwards, not sure what to expect once they reached the island. Few words passed between the three during their little sea journey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly she heard something. She stopped rowing for a moment to listen more carefully, but all she heard was the gentle song of the water and winds. Frowning, she continued to row again, only the hear the sound once more. It was like a steady drumming that wouldn't stop. She stopped again, much to the annoyance of Aleksandar and Armaneth, who both got up and asked what's wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I hear something... Maybe I'm wrong, but it sounds very much like what Aleksandar described before he ran off... It makes me nervous." She glanced at them slightly. "Am I going crazy, or do you hear it too?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before anyone could respond, there was a loud cracking noise coming from underneath. The boat beneath slowly began to crack down the middle and water began to pour into the boat...