Armaneth looked up after hearing Aryl's question. Rain grimaced, and didn't at all look comfortable explaining.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, I am Aming's future self." Rain said slowly and in a whisper.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How did you come to be here then?" Aryl pressed. The young Arch Magess leaned forward slightly, and Rain again placed her head on her knees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Perhaps I can answer." Armaneth answered for her. Rain didn't respond.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You came here with her?" Aryl asked, even more stirred by curiosity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What I reveal to you, you must tell to no one else. Agreed?" Armaneth asked sternly. Aryl nodded, then he beckoned the Magess toward him. When she had come close enough he reached out and touched her temples with his forefingers. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅYou may feel a slight joltÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Announcement: Characters are needed! See first post of this thread for more details!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now finally... a post for the story lol. Short post, sorry. :( Writer's block.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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After several moments of silence, Rain looked up a little from her knees at Armaneth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank you... I wouldn't have known what to say..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Guardian turned to look at her and nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No problem... How's your head?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Still a little sore, but otherwise okay. How far have we've traveled now?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"A good few miles now. We should be heading out of the Wilderness soon."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I hope so... traveling here has never made my day with the bandits and whatnot..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She spoke too soon. As soon as she finished, an arrow came whizzing through the air, striking the wood right next to Rain. She gave out a startled gasp, jerking away from it as a shower of arrows came down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's an ambush!" Zonorhc could be heard calling out to them. "I mark five rangers on the ledge to the southeast!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Three more on the west!" Sabin added grimly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Look out! Bandits!" Corwin cried as a roar suddenly errupted and a crowd of glinting-eyed, dirt-streak faced, raggedly-clothed bandits came running towards them, daggers and short swords raised.

very nice story :) cant believe I havent entered varrock library before :oops:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

just curious, I'm contemplating jumping in, but before that, does anyone have records of the old story? Would help if I read it, since you guys went back to the past :P

I've got most of it, but it's missing the last few parts. It's 78 pages on a 10pt font, though...

Well, It doesn't stop me from posting Slacker, I have not read the original story for quite some time, I glanced over it on the old boards, so I really should get it, but in the end, Its not entirely important.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know that when I write my pieces, (As I will be soon when a person is accepted and then posts to get the story rolling) I am often asking Arm + Ami multiple questions in our IRC room, so If you indeed do jump in, give me a yell and I'll invite you in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Chaosbringer

*Twitch.* Still... over... powering... @.@

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Longish post to help this move along...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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They were everywhere. The bandits gave out shrill whistles as more arrows launched on the convoy that had begun to take some hits. Aming cast several binding spells to hold off some of the archers, but it wasn't enough as more arrows and even daggers came flying at the wagon. Aryl cast a few fire bolts to send the melee running, but still they came. Rain uttered a spell quietly and quickly to bring up a barrier around the warriors as Armaneth cast his spells of ice. Corwin struggled to keep the wagon going and quickly as Zonorhc rode ahead of them to put down the onslaught. Sim along with Vandiel and Sabin busily ran from one side of the wagon to the other to fend off the bandits that had managed to get their hands on the running wagon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the chaos that was ensuing, and as he was busily ranging alongside Lady Frost, Aleksander was starting to find himself feeling more ill at ease. He knew he had his targets in sight, but something in him seemed to make him feel almost reluctant to fire each arrow he drew from his quiver. With each nock of the arrow, his arms grew and more tense. The muttering of archaic words from Aming, Aryl, and Rain seemed to grow louder, although the three magesses were whispering. Slowly, as though awakening something inside him, Aleksander began to feel a strange rage burn inside him and was steadily growing. He tried to push it aside, thinking it was probably from the excitement of the battle, but it continued to build up. He groaned a little and fell onto the wagon floor, clutching at his chest, his head bowed down. Vandiel quickly ran to Aleksander's side, thinking the blind archer was wounded, only to cry out in surprise as he was knocked away by Aleksander. The blind archer stood up, a strange glow emanating from underneath the cloth that shrouded his eyes. A strange black aura surrounded his back side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain stopped chanting and gave out a cry in surprise when she found Aleksander taking aim at Aryl, who had her eyes closed and was chanting more spells.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Aleksander!" Rain yelled as she quickly leapt into the arrows path. She fell with a strangled cry of pain as the arrow came in contact and embedded itself in the fleshy part between her collar bone and shoulder. Aryl stopped chanting and gave out a cry of horror when she found Aleksander taking aim at Rain. But before she could react, there was a loud whicker and Corwin gave out a cry of warning as the wagon suddenly lurched. Horses screamed as the bandits roped their necks while others were trying to cut them free from the wagon. Corwin got up to try to stop them with his swords, only to be knocked away in surprise as a loud explosion suddenly erupted from underneath the wagon, sending all its contents flying into the air. Aryl and Aming were thrown in one direction, Sim, Sabin, and Lady Frost not too far from them, and Aleksander, Rain, and Vandiel off in another direction. There was a loud shout of victory from bandits as more swarmed in, the group now separated. Vandiel quickly got up to help Rain and Aleksander, only to be distracted as bandits swarmed over him, dragging him away from the still bodies of the two. He shouted in horror as the wagon was suddenly up in the air and crashed on top of them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Rain! Aleksander!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He couldn't go back to save them as more pushed him further and further away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zonorhc and Corwin had by now regained control of the horses and hurriedly got Sim on the other with Aryl. Aming was with Corwin and Lady Frost went with Zonorhc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We need to head south! We can't stay her any longer!" Corwin shouted above the noise as he tried to get away from the marauding bandits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But Rain and Aleksander! And Vandiel!" Armaneth yelled, as he fended off more bandits with ice spells.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm here!" Vandiel called, running up to Armaneth. "But Rain and Aleksander are tra-"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We'll have to save them later! GO!" Zonorhc ordered, pulling his horse towards the south. Sabin and Armaneth took one last look at the frenzied battle where Rain and Aleksander were laying somewhere in the field. Vandiel followed the retreat grimly, hoping the two left behind were all right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain opened her eyes and felt a surge of pain rush from her lower back to her head. She struggled to look up and when she did, she found the lower half of her body underneath the broken remains of the wagon. Not too far away from her, Aleksander was face down on the ground, still breathing, but unconscious. Rain tried to pull herself out, only to realize in horror that she could barely move her legs without feeling extreme pain. It was hard not to scream as she fell back down wearily on the ground. Suddenly, two bandits came up to her, one wearing a gaping grin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Weel, lawks like we gawt more dan we bargained fer," said the one with the holey grin. His companion, a woman dressed in a simple but ragged tunic nodded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Tie up the ranger and lock him up, but don't hurt him. Otherwise Zaros will kill us all."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Right. Bot wot abot der girl?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Do the same. Zaros might want her too."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zaros? Was this what this ambush was about? Rain thought as she glanced over where Aleksander lay, her eyes widening in understanding. It wasn't the mark of Zamorak that was on his back. It was Zaros'! But... She winced softly, unable to think more as the pain became too unbearable and she sank back into unconsciousness.

another character (sorry, this is my first time writing a fantasy story like this)

 

 

 

Name: Kumlekar

 

 

 

Race: Half-elf

 

 

 

Gender: male

 

 

 

Age: 64 (equivelent to about a huamn of the age of 30)

 

 

 

Occupation: Assassin, woodsland scout

 

 

 

standard outfit: full rouges with black fremnik cloak and a holy symbol to the elven gods of nature magic and repentance (note that these gods are only worshiiped in a very small region outside the area he was born and therefore are not well known)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

his prefered weapons are scimitar (his has some minor enchantment to make it on par with a rune scimitar even though it is made of mithral), a thin runite longsword, all of his weapons are extremely light weight compared to the average weapon of their types and the longsword was made specailly for him in kelagrim

 

 

 

dagger with a non-lethal contact knockout posion made out of a unknown metal (it is extremely light and far more sturdy than its thin shape would imply)

 

 

 

he also carries a full armament of other weapons hidden in his cloak including:

 

 

 

a pouch of 50 mouth darts

 

 

 

a war fan

 

 

 

and 2 sai

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He grew up in a fairly unknown elven town far to the east of Tirannwn. His human mother had become stuck in elven lands with the closing of the passes between Tirannwn and Ardougne where she later married a poor elvish hunter who was known for his skill with all ranged weapons and scimitars). Kumlekar grew up in a loving environment and learned his fathers trades well (for a half-elf that is).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This all changed one one cold morning when he was 20 (about the same as a 9 year old human). That day he was out in the woods with his father hunting and as they were returning home with their catch they saw flames comming up from the village. by the time they actually reached the village almost eveyone was dead including kumlekars mother but they did see the attacker. He was a tall man clad in black armor studded with [bleep]es and he had a huge flaming greatsword. Kumlekar's father went into a rage and attacked the man. Even with spending all his life prefecting his sword work Kumelkar's father was kill within seconds. the tall man then cast a spell and disapeared. By this point the fire had died down and kumlekar was able to search the area. Where the man had been standing was a talisman with a symbol of a lightning bolt going through a skull.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For the next 30 years Kumlekar has taken mercenary jobs and bided his time while searching for any leads he can find on the talisman. During this time he has learned some basic magic, learned smithing tecniques from elves and dwarves alike, and prefected the arts of stealth and ranged combat (and hes not a bad cook from being on the road so much).

 

 

 

recently he found a lead on the talisamn saying that it is a symbol of a cult located somewhere in mortania so he is currently residing in varrok attempting to put together an adventuring party to thourghly search the area for the cult and seak revenge on the murderer of his family. He would be more than willing to help anouther groups of adventurers complete a task only on the requirement that they in turn will help him complete his quest for revenge. (one word of warning he is so single minded that he may endanger a group of "friends" just to finish his quest.)

Finally, someone who actually KNOWS how to make a decent profile and not some all powerful character...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyways, on to my post...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eventually as the group made thier hasty restreat, the bandits gave up. The horses could no further, so Zonorhc called the party to a halt. While Sabin worked to get a fire going, Vandiel, Aming, and Aryl tended to everyone's wounds. Armaneth stood a good distance from the camp, gazing back in the direction they just came from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After Sabin got the fire going and everyone ate, Zonorhc set the guard for the night. Sim and Sabin were to watch for the first 2 hours, then they were to wake Armaneth and Vandiel for the second. Armaneth passed a restorative drink to Vandiel, who thanked him and sipped gladly. After the first hour of silence, Armaneth spoke up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I plan to go back for them. We're both not of this time, so I believe you'll need to come too. Something very dark and powerful is stirring, and I can't combat it yet without help." He said, gazing at the Druid with a look of determination.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Funny," Vandiel replied, "Because I planned to do the same thing." The druid indicated his pack, which was sitting nearby, full of provisions. Armaneth nodded, and together, they left the camp and faded into the night, leaving behind a shimmering magic boundary around the camp to ward off anyone that might attack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next morning when the camp finally woke up and found Vandiel and Armaneth missing, Zonorhc was in a rage. He walked around the camping spitting out curses, until he walked into the barrier Armaneth had set before he fled. Dumbfounded, Zonorhc stood there, placing his hands on the barrier, and following it in a circle around the camp. Finding no break in the barrier, Zonorhc went back to the remains of the fire and sat there. Lady Frost began to cook breakfast, and Aryl with Aming went to investigate the barrier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can't figure out how to dispell it." Aryl said with a sigh as she leaned against the wall. "Why would they leave like... Oh!" the barrier gave and dissappeared before Aryl could finish her sentence, and she fell backwards onto the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth and Vandiel reached the site of the battle just at dawn. There they broke their fast, and began looking around the cart for tracks the bandits would have left behind. Vandiel found Aleksander's discarded bow and quiver, and Armaneth found Rain's amulet and staff. They soon discovered that both Aleksander and Rain had been tied and taken north. Stowing their finds, they followed the tracks at a good pace, and covered many miles before they stopped to camp at dusk.

 

 

 

~

Finally, someone who actually KNOWS how to make a decent profile and not some all powerful character...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It comes from making D&D characters :wink:

 

 

 

(I'm turning this guy into a 8th lv ranger 5th lv rouge if you know anythign about D&D)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm still trying to get caught up with the story I'll start posting once I'm up to date.

this is just to get my character started I'll hook up with the party later

 

 

 

Okay let me rewind a bit for me to start, this takes place right after the call for aid has been sent out from Draynor and the dwarves have sent a runner from barbarian village:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Kumlekar was relaxing in his favorite Varrok pub after another unsuccessful day of recruting adventurers. A man came running in red in the face and obviously tired shouting, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅFalador is under attack!! Falador is under attack!!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

At this point Aleksander and company have started their trek to Entrana and have just met up with Marcus

 

 

 

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The next morning Kumlekar set out for barbarian village to meet the dwarves. As he entered the village it neared midday. He immediately noticed the hustle and bustle of Dwarven smiths preparing for battle. Most of the barbarians, strangely, were absent. While he was walking though the village he noticed one of his old friends Burak Ironfang. Burak was a fairly good smith and not a bad fighter either. What made him stand out from other dwarfs though was his ability to accept other races that would normally be subject to the standard Dwarven racial prejudices (such as elves) and he accepted Kumlekar as a friend even though he was half-elven. Kumlekar called out to Burak, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅBurak, good to see you. ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s been a long time!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Chaosbringer just informed me via IRC that he won't be posting, and ForsakenMage said she really didn't want to post either (:P) So I'll go ahead and post. Then either Smokie or Dragoncmd can go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vandiel and Armaneth broke camp at Pre-Dawn, still bearing north through the mists. Silently they proceeded, aware of lurking evils and nasty surprises. Eventually they came to an old castle with lights on in its towers. Lights that flickered on and off, showing that the building had been devoid of life for a long time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth stopped Vandiel as he started for the castle. "They're not in there." he whispered into the Druid's ear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How do you know?" the druid responded, shooting Armaneth a doubting look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Because, I can't feel her presence here. And there's a rising darkness beyond too." Armaneth remarked dryly. The Guardian slipped off into the shadows created by the trees to skirt the castle. Vandiel, muttering under his breath, followed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zonorhc gazed grimly at the pair of tracks left by Armaneth and Vandiel. "Curse the pair..." he muttered under his breath. Corwin came up beside him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"They're already too far ahead to follow. We might as well go ahead to the Elves." he infrmed the Lancer. Zonorhc simply nodded, and with a sigh, mounted his horse. Signalling the group to move out, they turned south and east.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth gazed intently at the guard posted infront of the Bandit's camp. A pair of lava floes made a bottle neck entrance. Good for protection against raids, bad when the defenders are against skilled mages. Suddenly roots burst from the ground and wrapped around one of the grounds. Screaming as much from terror as surprise, he was dragged back to the ground and crushed as the roots reentered the inhospitable earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That was Armaneth's signal. Murmering a spell, he raised his hand, palm out, at the other guards. Small flecks of ice began to swirl around them, constantly enlarging, and also flying at the guards. Soon, 5 lacerated bodies lay in a heap at the gate, recently reinforced. Nodding to Vandiel who approached from the shadows, Armaneth walked up to the gate and kicked it open...

 

 

 

~

I'm wondering about Armaneth's sword Frostwind. Is is a short sword, scimitar, or longsword?

 

 

 

anyways back to the story:

 

 

 

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A lone cloaked figured walked through the wasteland known as the wilderness nearly invisible against the cursed rock that he walked upon. Kumlekar cursed, ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅIn the Forest LadyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s name, why does Guthix allow this affront to nature to exist!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Frostwind is a Runeblade, with the same size as a great sword. It's crafted from a mineral called Icrillis, which basically would be better for keeping your freezer cold than the gases currently in it. The blade draws power from the energy nexus of Aeth, Armaneth's homeworld. Distance from this nexus affects power.

Weee....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rain stirred slightly as bandits around her rushed from place to place to prepare for coming attacks. One of them shouted to drag her and Aleksander away from the base as quickly as possible. Another grabbed her roughly by the arms, ordering her to get up. Weakly she tried to stand, but her legs hung uselessly as she was dragged up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Come on, git up yoo lazy dog!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bandit cracked a whip against her back, but she barely felt it, completely disoriented. Frustrated the bandit dragged her and threw her over the saddle of a horse with Aleksander thrown onto another horse in the same manner. Securing them both, the bandit quickly gave orders to another one and the horses immediately began to gallop at fast as it could to get away from the base. As they rode away from the encampment, Rain weakly looked up from where she was at Aleksander. She wasn't sure if she was seeing things, but thought she saw an apparation of Zaros just floating above Aleksander's back. The apparation soon turned to face her, but before she could say anything, it was gone. She felt some sort of presence of peace and for a moment thought she had died and was being led to Saradomin for sure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her attention was suddenly pulled away as the bandit leading them away gave out a scream of surprise as a convoy of ghosts and skeletons came upon them. She struggled to get loose from her bonds, but movement seemed impossible as her eyes widened in terror. Skeletons and ghosts alike clawed at the horse, and the mighty steed gave out a terrible scream, breaking loose from the bandit that was desperately trying to regain control and began to crash through dead dead trees with the other horse carrying Aleksander. They reared up in panic when they came upon a bear and somehow managed to throw off their riders, leaving them hanging helplessly in the trees as they ran off again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Covered with bloodied scratches and now half-choking with a branch pressed against her neck, Rain tried to find where Aleksander was. He was lying not too far away, but the branch that was supporting hm was slowly giving away. The bear roared, sniffling up at his direction and anticipated for a meal ahead. Rain tried to distract the bear, but soon faded off into unconsciousness again, unable to focus.

Armaneth and Vandiel stared at the newcomer, but before they could study him enough to remember any distinctive features, he faded back into the present. Kumlekar cursed as his spell failed to keep him in the past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before to two mages could think about what just happened, bandits rushed up to the gate to challenge them, screaming lustily for blood. Suddenly the front row was blown away by a powerful surge of wind, and those behind found the earth they ran on no longer solid. Icicles flew from Armaneth's outstretched hand, impaling their targets. Suddenly a green claw erupted from the ground off to the side and crushed more of the bandits. Then the mages charged, their swords glowing brightly with magical fury.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksander slipped from the branch, landing heavily on the ground. The bear sniffed in his direction, and took a step forward. Suddenly, it roared in agony, and Aleksander slowly rose to his feet. Black flames consumed the bear, and then a golem of the same color fire rose from the ashes, a mimicry of the former archer. Aleksander turned decisevly north, and started walking, his guard following. He spared one look up at Rain, and then continued on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth brung down the last bandit with any fighting spirit left in him. The others had fled, but they didn't get far. Vandiel made sure of that. Now Armaneth strained his senses for any trace of Rain. He found what he was looking for, and called Vandiel to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I can make out her Sympathy." The Aethian said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sympathy?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sympathy is the signature of any living being, particular those that can control magic. Sympathy is left behind on whatever that being touches, and it can be picked up by anyone that knows what to look for." Armaneth explained. Vandiel nodded. "That way." Armaneth pointed north, to a recently made gateway. Rain's signature sparkled on the ground to his eyes like diamond dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a time of running, Vandiel and Armaneth found Rain unconscious in a tree. The druid laid his hands on the bark of the tree and whispered words to it. A slight groan came from the gnarled figure, and the branches lowered so that Armaneth could reach Rain. As he gently laid her on the ground, he thought she looked frail. Shaking such thoughts from his head, he touched her forehead, then muttered arcane words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Energy passed from his hand into the magess until she opened her eyes. Then Armaneth pulled his hand back and looked into her eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How do you feel?" he inquired softly, aware that she probably had a headache from recent events.

 

 

 

~

And here I go again... :?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EDIT: Grr.. typos ._.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rain stared up at Armaneth for a moment before she could respond properly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I... don't know... I feel sore... And I can't move my legs..." she said softly, grimacing in pain as she tried to get up. Every part of her body seemed to scream in pain and she stopped trying. Still, she spoke. "Aleksander... Where is he... Zaros..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Shh, don't talk. You should rest," Armaneth said, glancing around the area now to look for the blind archer. Despite his orders, Rain spoke once more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He... was in the tree... there was a bear... don't know.." Rain closed her eyes, unable to say much more and feeling incredibly weak as her mind slowly drifted into darkness...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You dreamt of peace. You ran away from home for peace after the wars that had ravaged through your home realm... And yet, you still didn't find it. Why keep running?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I never chose to be..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, but something chose you, a power that no human or creature can even explain. You cannot keep running."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But I must..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Must what? Abandon your duties and watch countless people die?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No... that's not what I meant..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then what is the meaning of this, Aming?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming looked up at the four Elders that stared down sternly at her. She hesitated, then bowed down her head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I seek for solace for survival. My thoughts are scattered as are the leaves in the late autumn, whithered and dying. My memories are scarred by the visions of battle after countless battle. My heart is clutched tightly by some invisible force that makes me weak and tremble. I cannot stay here... I have already given freedom to the people here, but what of me? Must I live on like this? Must I remain a 'prisoner' like those we have captured in the wars?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You are selfish. You sound as though you wish to turn over the lives of others for yourself only."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If selfish means to throw away everything I had ever wished for--a normal childhood, a stable family, a home I can look forward to coming to without fear of being dragged away again for some battle, a father who I ended up killing--then I don't know what being selfless is. You're right, some power did put me in this position, and it forced me to give up those things. You may think it was fate, that I should be honored to hold such power, but the truth is I don't feel honored... I feel cursed. I have felt physical, mental, emotional pains in my life, many that can never be healed."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Pains that others have felt as well that you have saved them from. Shouldn't that relieve you of your pain too?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No... It made it worse knowing I was the one healing everyone, but never someone to heal me..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hours later, the Elders finally decided to let Aming roam, to seek her solace. But it was never to be. Each way she turned, she found herself in the midst of battle again. Once or twice she thought of becoming a nun to end it, but the price that she'd pay weighed very heavily in her mind should she simply ignore her duties. She couldn't do that, be the one responsible for so much pain... But why her? What did she have that others didn't that made her who she was now...?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain opened her eyes again when she heard the sound of a bear roar and Vandiel yelling something strange. She couldn't focus and weakly turned her head just to see what looked like the same bear that had tried to get Aleksander running towards them. In the bear's mouth were shreds of cloth speckled with blood.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No.. It didn't...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her eyes looked around frantically and not too far away she saw the tree where Aleksander was... but he wasn't there... She watched as Armaneth got up, preparing to fend off the bear and hoping to drive it away. She struggled once more to get up, only to utter a cry of pain and falling back onto the ground. She hissed in pain as everything from the lower back down seemed to scream in agony. Everything there felt so numb... so cold... As the bear came closer, she raised a hand to recall a spell to help drive the bear away, but as she did, her mind reeled once more... So many changes... make it stop... make it stop...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold... just cold... Buried deep in the snow... She could only see white and sometimes blue where the sun caught the drifts at an angle. She was trapped and so cold... She couldn't breathe, couldn't feel... So cold...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Over here! She's over here!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Voices... she can hear voices... Someone above is digging her out...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When she was finally pulled out of the snow, every part of her body seemed to cling onto the warm rays of the sun, although not warm enough to melt the snow yet. Someone wrapped a blanket over her while her mother ran up to her, scolding her for running out into the fields by herself and getting caught in the sudden blizzard.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Aming! Why didn't you listen?" she scolded softly. "You could've been killed..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mama... Cold..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her mother's face softened a little as she held the little girl close to her. "I know... Mother's here to take you home and warm you up... Don't ever go outside without me or anyone, please..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Cold..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold... As she uttered the spell over and over in her hands, an omnimous rain cloud formed above the bear, occasional bolts of lightning dancing inside it with a low growl of thunder. The bear stopped and snarled when the clouds released the cold rain onto the bear, but that wasn't all... She hoped it was enough to help Armaneth as her mind slipped into darkness once more, her hand falling wearily too the ground as the bear shook off some of the excess water. As the bear began to charge towards them again, the rain cloud followed, continually pouring rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold...

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The bears maws were dripping with dark crimson blood, it roared as it charged at Armaneth and Rain. Vandiel who was standing to the side surveying the area while Rain was resting, quickly withdrew Armads and Dunthal and stepped into a low lunge, slicing the bears legs off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bear fell to the ground, thrashings its trunk like arms around, a wild blow caught Vandiel in the face, and he was knocked back 10 feet by the powerfull blow before deaths tight grasp wrenched life from the bears raggard and dismembered body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth stood over Rain, protecting her with his body, and with Frostwind drawn looking around for any more possible threats.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vandiel stood up, rubbing his cheek. A large red gash was prodomiently showing on his face now, with blood freely flowing from it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He walks over to Armaneth and Rain. "Ouch" Vandiel planted Armads and Dunthal in the ground and sat down next to Rain, who was passing in and out of consienous rapidly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He glanced at Armaneth, and began to talk to his friend. "So we've found her, now what? Zonorch and the other will be far ahead of us by now. Making it to Prifindas will not be easy, seeing as Rain's state is questionable, and what to do of Aleksander?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth pondered the Druids questions, but before he could reply, more were posed. "During Rains state of questionable mind, due to her exhaustion and the trauma, she mentioned Zaros, now you may know not of the terribleness of such a being, As this is not your homeworld, however if Zaros is indeed involved with Aleksander, then I suggest we abandon any contact with him. It will only result in death, destuction and all the most horrible things any could imagine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Zaros is perhaps the foulest of all things in this world, as a Battle Druid, we were educated by our Lord on the history of Gliendor, we know countless storys and versions of its vast history, and we know the one true one, as told by our lord, Guthix. Zaros a terrible God that had immense power long ago, he was embroiled in a battle for all of Gliendor with his brother, Saradomin, Zaros controlled the Eastern deserts and the Northen Wastelands, in which we now travel in. Zaros would kill anything that would get in his way, entire races were enslaved, such as the Tur'ons, Human like beings with enchanced Magic ability."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The wisened Druid paused to let Armaneth to take in the story, aswell as to allow himself to take a drink of a herbal tonic from a flask.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Zaros had demons, vampires and Majherrat and more in his vast army, he was truely the most inherrantly evil thing in this world. Fortunetly he was vanquished, for the time being atleast."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Armaneth was about to respond to Vandiel, however a arrow flew past his head imbedding itself in a tree. Vandiel looked up startled to see Aleksander.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thats the end of that one, I'm tired now, so I'll leave it there, end might be subject to change if I talk it over with ForsakenMage and Armaneth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Chaosbringer

Thread cleaned. Let's keep arguments out of this thread.

Aleksander exuded a dark and powerful aura. Black flames shone behind the cloth where his eyes should've been, and his bow was also wreathed in black flames. At his side was a dark runeblade, and even Vandiel heard its dark whisperings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Vandiel, take Rain, and get far away from here." Armaneth said slowly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But..." Vandiel protested.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I said go Druid!" the Guardian roared. He immediately complied, lifting Rain gently and supporting her as best he could. The two hobbled as fast as they could back south to the questionable safety of the Wilderness borders. Armaneth stared calmly at Aleksander.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You will not interfere outsider..." the archer said, but it wasn't the archer. Someone else was talking through him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm afraid I have no choice, Zaros." Armaneth said cooly. Zaros, inside Aleksander, chuckled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You can't stop me, mortal." the dark lord sneered. "I am far beyond your strength. Soon, I shall reclaim this world, and all shall worship me. The imposter Zamorak will fall, and I will torture him for all eternity." He chuckled again. "I will enjoy watching you suffer."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it was Armaneth who laughed. "Suffer? There is nothing you can do to harm me. I am not even a part of this world. I know what all 'Gods' truely are, and they are nothing more than extremely powerful mortals." Here Zaros started.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well well aren't we a wise one." Zaros taunted, regaining his composure. "Yes there're no such things as Gods, but they don't know that here. We have also prevented those here with potential to contest us from living." the Dark one went on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Neither of us are at our best right now." Armaneth said, ignoring Zaros' statements. "We only have enough power available to us to destroy eachother's physical form. But it's easier for me to return than it is for you, because the others are holding you back." Armaneth laughed again, because anger flashed on Aleksander/Zaros' face. "And then there's the other being who calls himself 'The Judge.' Now, I think we were about to fight." And with that Armaneth roared a challenge and charged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zaros nimbly dodged Armaneth's first vertical slash, then rolled under his following cut. Rising with his runeblade drawn, the Dark one and the Guardian circled, then charged eachother. AS their blades met, there was a massive boom and shockwave that rippled away from them, and both were knocked back. Zaros recovered first, and charged at Armaneth, slashing rapidly. The Guardian either parried or dodged each attempt at his life, and then threw a frostbolt at the fallen god, who fell back surprised. Having obtained his desired effect, Armaneth pressed his attack, sword and eyes blazing the same cold blue energy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Rain and Vandiel felt more than heard the titanic struggle occuring behind them. Neither looked back, but they both kept on going. Rain stumbled a lot, finding it hard to keep her mind clear. The pain in her legs was excruciating, and she bit back her gasps of pain. More than once they had to stop so she could catch her breath. Suddenly she collapsed, bringing Vandiel down with her, her legs refusing to work any longer. She lay back with a sigh of frustration, and then a shadow descended upon them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blood trickled down Armaneth's brow and arms. He breathed heavily, his eyes never leaving his adversary, who also had many cuts on his arms and across his chest. They were both extremely tired. Armaneth didn't know how much more he could take. He guessed that nearly an hour had pass from the look of the sun in the corner of his eye. Suddenly Zaros pulled himself upright and muttered arcane words under his breath, pointing at Armaneth. The Guardian barely had time to react before black tentacles wrapped around him, restricting movement. Armaneth tried to break free, but the bonds only held tighter. He roared his frustration, and Zaros smiled triumphantly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well well, now I think it's time to end your meddling." the Dark One said, laughing. "Any last words?" he asked as he raised his dark blade to strike. Armaneth looked at him and smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Killing me means nothing." The Guardian stated. "This is simply a physical form used to interact with this world. I will return to challenge you again, and when I do, you won't survive." With that said, Zaros brought down his blade, and Armaneth's headless body fell to the ground. A shadow of the Guardian hovered over it briefly, then both the ghost and the body evaporated. Suddenly a massive blizzard was born over the area, and bolts of black lightning struck the ground as hail and icicles fell from the sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winds blew freezing rain into Zaros' face, but he didn't care. The Guardian's words troubled him. Shaking off his doubt, he turned south and started walking, away from the eye of the storm, where a single ray of light briefly lit up where Armaneth had fallen.

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Rain gasped in surprise and fear when the Judge appeared before them, standing only a few feet away. A chuckle escaped from within the darkness of the hood of his robes as his slowly began to walk towards them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Vandiel... Go... leave me," Rain whispered. "You have to catch up with the others..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm not leaving you," he muttered as he took out Armads and Dunthal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain swallowed a lump in her throat as she did her best to pull herself back up into a sitting position, grimacing in pain all the while as the Judge continued to walk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well. Isn't this interesting that I'd come across you two with part of the work already done."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the Judge spoke, Rain glanced over behind him and noticed a single ray of light in the distance that soon faded away. A cold feeling clutched at her heart. No... Not Armaneth too... First Kiran and now... This is all my fault... I shouldn't have gotten them involved... I've gotten two innocents killed...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Judge slowly took out his scythe as he stared at Vandiel and his weapons. "I guess I should take care of you first, seeing as you're the one still standing."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You will not..." Rain muttered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Judge laughed as he lunged at Vandiel, preparing a vertical slash. Vandiel nimbly dodge out of the way, cross his blades over that of the scythe to wrench it away from the Judge, only to be kicked forcibly away. Vandiel staggered backwards in surprise, then was caught by the end of the scythe that sent him reeling into a tree, unconscious. The Judge nodded a little to himself before turning onto Rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Any last words, magess?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain summoned her staff despite the pain, then used it to pull herself up. Her legs wobbled a little, protesting and screaming in pain as she leaned against her staff to stand. "There are no last words," she whispered. "Only last wishes."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those were her final words so long ago before she had helped to destroy the Judge, and to say them again made her remember a wash of things that now seemed so changed and so intense it made her cringe. The Judge stared at her for a moment, the blazing eyes that looked so familiar, that tone of voice she used he had heard another use so often each time they faced each other, then stepped back in surprise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You! You're her!" The Judge cried. "You're that pesky Guardian of Light, Aming Heart!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain didn't respond as she began to utter a spell. She couldn't focus on the fact that he had discovered her true identity. He needed to be take down now before...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I won't let you destroy anymore..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She would ultimately change the course of history if she destroyed the Judge now, and if not, the Judge would have a taste of what the future would hold for him the very least before she passed on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hell's Judge, by oath of the Guardian, you are to be vanquished back to the depths from which you came," she muttered as she rose her free hand, crying out something in arcane words before throwing the orb of light in her hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aming stood over the battlefield, her robes covered in blood of both enemy and friend alike. Her head was bowed down as lines of wounded and dead passed by her. One soldier opened his mouth to speak with her, but Aming merely shook her head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Go on now, Lieutenant. Your work here is done..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, Guardian."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She summoned her sword and knelt down on the ground, holding the blade in her hands in an offering to the fallen, whispering a prayer. As she did, tears rolled down her cheeks and fell into her lap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"For the fallen... for the ones that came here... for the ones that shouldn't be here... I will fight for your sakes... and bring peace upon your souls..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain was face down on the ground, covered in bloodied scratches, unmoving. Her staff lay broken besides her, the orb on it shattered. The Judge gasped and wheezed in pain as he staggered up from where he was sent flying away after the countless spells launched with each attack he brought onto her. Slowly he made his way towards Rain, bringing a heavy boot down on her lower back while pinning down her upper back with the end of his scythe. Rain gave a gasp of pain, struggling to get away as she looked up at the Judge, her face covered in blood and mud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Your last words and motions were pathetic," the Judge hissed between clenched teeth. A dark spell was rapidly forming in his free hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rain closed her eyes, her head bowing down. She turned her head towards the ground. "Then get it over with," she said softly.

I know that the story is kinda hard to get into right now, so I'll wait until a better moment for my first post. However, I'm posting my profile now so that you can approve/reject it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Name: Skios (Name given by the circle, birthname unknown)

 

 

 

Race: Human, with one elven grandparent (details unknown)

 

 

 

Height: 1.90 meters/6'4

 

 

 

Weight: 75kgs/165 lbs

 

 

 

Gender: Male

 

 

 

Skills:

 

 

 

-Combat: Skios' main weapon is his longbow, with which he is an excelent marksman. His skills in melee combat aren't quite as developed, although he does have some very basic training.

 

 

 

-Magic: Skios also knows druidic magic, but as he only has a few years of training and his own improvisations to rely on his spells tend to be somewhat erratic. Because of this, he generally uses them only as a last defense.

 

 

 

-Other skills: Skios is an accomplished herbalist. He combines this knowledge with his basic druidic skills, mainly for healing purposes. However, he'll occasionally use poison to take down particularly stubborn opponents and certain stimulating herbs to aid his allies.

 

 

 

Equipment:

 

 

 

A basic leather armor, a longbow and quiver of arrows, a small combat knife and a pouch with various herbs and poisons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bio:

 

 

 

Skios led an uneventful life as the fourth child in a family of farmers living in a small hamlet in the western lands, spending his days herding sheep and playing in the fields. At the age of 8 he suddenly found himself orphaned by a fire that flattened most of his village. He spent a few days wandering the fields, but hunger and thirst soon would have put an end to his short life if he wasn't found by a group of travelling druids.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The druids took him to a small grove deep within a forest he didn't recognize. There the druids left him to the care of the circle that tended the forest around the grove. From that day on he would spend his days learning about the plants and trees that grew in the forest, as well as the animals that dwelled there. At the age of thirteen he started learning the ways of the ranger, and recieved teachings in the use of weapons such as the bow and crossbow, as well as tending the forest and it's wildlife and basic druidical magic, rituals and meditation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It seemed the young boy had talent for the ways of Guthix, but he made one fatal flaw: he fell in love. A young local girl by the name of Hecela had caught his eye and his heart, and they would have regular meetings at the edge of the forest.

 

 

 

One evening the head druid aproached him, saying that he was ready for the final rites of maturity, which would take place the next full moon, after which he would start studies in advanced forms of druidical magic. The soaring hopes the young man got from this news were soon dashed to the ground by the head druid, who proclaimed that he would be cast out of the order if he continued to indulge in his love for Hecala. The full moon was still days away, and Skios decided that he would have one final meeting with the girl. However, she didn't turn up that night, and when he snuck out the following day he found that Hecala and her family had moved away, and none of the townspeople seemed to know whereto.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Convinced that the head druid was behind the sudden dissapearance of his love, Skios stormed his quarters, demanding an explanation. The head druid calmly explained that he felt that Hecala was an obstacle in the development of the young man's talents, and that he had forced her family to move to make sure that he wouldn't be tempted.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Furious by this interference, Skios cast a spell that sent a cloud of thorns flying to the head druid. Allthough this only wounded the man's ego, the head druid was enraged by his insolence, and declared that Skios was no longer a member of the circle, and that he was forbidden from using the druidical magics he'd learned. Furiously Skios stormed away from the circle, keeping only his bow and arrows and the clothes on his body. He vowed never to use druidical magic again.

 

 

 

He spent the next two years wandering the lands as a hunter, taking from the forest what he needed and returning what he could, only approaching civilized areas when he needed new clothing or weapons. One day he was running through the forest, tracking the trails of a large bear, when he suddenly heard screams. He turned in his tracks, racing towards the source of the noise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He arrived at a small lake, where he saw a boy thrashing in the water. Without second thought, the ranger took of his leather armour and dove in the water, racing towards the child. He arrived just in time to see the boy go under. Shaken by this tragedy, he soon realized he could have saved the boy if only he had commanded the water to part, a basic form of magic he had mastered years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deciding he needed to do penance for this tragedy and hoping he could prevent things like that from ever happening again, the young ranger retreated to a small cave, where he lived as a hermit for years, training himself in the druidical magics he had once vowed never to use again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One day he found his meditation brutally disturbed by the head druid he ran away from years ago, who demanded that he'd come with him to face trial for "Unresponsible use of ancestral magics". Before he could reply, he found himself bound at hands and feet by thick vines that dragged him out of the cave. It became painfully obvious that he was going to be dragged across the lands like a hunter's prize.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unwilling to face trial, humiliation and punishment at the druids that ruined his life, Skios send out a mental command to a patch of mushrooms growing within the roots of one of the trees they passed. With a small pop, the mushrooms bursted, sending out their spores in a stiffling cloud. With the druid's concentration broken, Skios quickly freed himself from the vines and dashed away, leaving the druid swearing and cursing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From that day on, the ranger wandered the lands, hoping that one day he'd be reunited with Hecala, helping people with his skills as a ranger and his magics, forever looking over his shoulder out of fear for the druids that still chased him.

Whoa this story is amazing... :shock:

I have no right to comment but I think the characher is quite good.

 

 

 

Even though the chances are that you get a chance to post are low you can still interfere with the topic. Though a mod (yes I know) does help stop that from happening. Secondary reason I stopped, more important reason was it got in the way of creative writing.

Necromagus: I approve of your character.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Archimage: Stuff your ego.