Kumlekar whirled around and drew his scimitar. Just as the demon reached him there was a bright flash of light. Thinking it was a trap Kumlekar rolled diagonally and came up swords at ready but the demon was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was a fine red mist surrounding two very familiar robed figures. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅYouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re, youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re that guy who was at the bandit camp! I thought you were dead!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

whose turn is it?

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Silenced

A story can never die....It is only forgotten, Except when all its writers are dead. Which is fairly impossible because even then someone else can pick up the torch and continue the legend. Unless of course everyones dead...in which case you wouldn't have posted which means I wouldn't have posted, which isn't really important because I would be dead...

 

 

 

In other words the story is just under construction at the present moment and when the time is right they will release the best post ever....untill the next one.

An eternity it seems since last I walked these halls... Even longer since I have looked at this volume. In my late night wanderings, I find in myself the urge to once again add to the storyline... :-k

 

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately it's 3AM and I cbarsed to do anything about it. :anxious: Maybe tomorrow... :mrgreen:

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"Hmm, those weren't there last time." Armaneth said as he gazed down at the portal area. Zamorakian mages milled about on miscellaneous errands. Some stood around the portal, which floated over an arcane pattern. The usual inhabitants were, of course, nowhere to be seen. The group had wondered why there had been less and less.

 

 

 

"Ugh, my feet are sore, this continual red glare is giving me a headache, and those leeches are NOT good eats." Kumlekar complained.

 

 

 

"To each his own then." Armaneth replied. "We won't make it to the portal as we are. They will stop us I'm sure." He turned and headed back the way they had come, out of site of the camp. Vandiel stood and watched a second longer, then followed Armaneth with Kumlekar in tow.

 

 

 

"Help me with this, Vandiel." Armaneth requested of the druid as he began to draw a pattern into the ground. His tracings left thin white lines on the ground that glowed with magic. Vandiel recognized it as a pattern of cleansing and bent down to help the guardian draw. When they were done, he stood on one side of the pattern, ontop of a drawn circle. Armaneth instructed Kumlekar to stand in another one and gave him the words of the incantation. Standing near the center, Armaneth reached into his robes and pulled out a perfectly round sapphire, which he set in the very center of the pattern. Standing in the last open circle, he nodded to Vandiel and Kumlekar.

 

 

 

"It's time we freed the fourth member of our party." He said. Clasping his hands together, the guardian eyed the gemstone and began chanting. Vandiel and Kumlekar followed suite, reciting their part of the spell. The pattern flared, and the gemstone began to brighten. Inside the gem, the outline of a female figure had begun to materialize. It soon clarified itself to be the form of Aming. The pattern glowed brighter still, the chanting raised in volume.

 

 

 

The gemstone flared bright, casting a blue illumination on the group. a crack raced down it, and the form of the Magess flowed out, expanding to her normal size while taking on a look of solidity. She was in the same state as Armaneth had captured her, kneeling and with a hand outstretched toward the Guardian. The pattern's light poured over Aming, and a darkness that enshrouded her seemed to be washed away.

 

 

 

As the final words of the spell were spoken, the pattern dimmed and faded from existence. Aming gasped and teetered, but before she could fall over Armaneth reached down and steadied her, then gently laid her down. She was out, but wouldn't be for long. He looked over at Vandiel and Kumlekar. Both were sitting and wiping the sweat from their brows. Armaneth wiped the sweat from his own brow then gazed down at Aming. Resting as peacefully as possible, considering events.

 

 

 

"Vernak," Armaneth called to Kumlekar. "Take some time and go watch the camp around the portal. I'll come up to relieve you in a bit." Kumlekar nodded and started back up the hill they were on. Armaneth sat down a little to Aming's right and kept a studious eye on her.

 

 

 

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Just to get things rolling once again.

And I guess I better try to roll the ball along...

 

 

 

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Rain, the Aming with Armaneth and company, stirred slightly, turning her head a little before opening her eyes. For a moment, she felt disoriented with the visions and thoughts racing through her mind. She winced softly before slowly getting up, not noticing Armaneth, who continued to watch her steadily. She could barely remember what happened. One moment she was reading quietly, the next moment something like a surge of pain, followed by a numbness in her mind left her completely helpless as the darkness she had inherited, locked up inside, took control. After what seemed like eternity, she turned to look at Armaneth.

 

 

 

"What... happened...?" she asked quietly.

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

Aming continued to hold the knife close against Sabin's neck, staring at the confused party before her. Zonorhc spoke calmly to her, trying to get her to put the knife down, but only made her press the blade closer to cutting the unfortunate monk's neck open.

 

 

 

"Aming, you can't do this..." Aryl whispered. "You'll destroy yourself and everyone else around you."

 

 

 

"That is exactly what I intend to do, archmagess," Aming replied, pulling the blade just a little closer. A drop of blood emerged from the cut. Sabin tried not to move as he felt the cold steel sink into his skin.

 

 

 

Suddenly, without warning, Zonorhc leapt forward, sending Aming sprawling to the ground with a swift kick to the side. The knife went flying into the campfire and Sabin scrambled away, clutching at his throat. Aryl quickly went to his side to heal him while Zonorhc pinned Aming, face down, onto the ground, quickly binding her wrists and ankles. Aming swore something terrible, much to everyone's surprise, but a punch silenced her temporarily.

 

 

 

"What... was that... all about...?" Sabin gasped as Aryl tended to him.

 

 

 

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>.>

Short posts ftw

 

 

 

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"The darkness inside found a way to get lose." Armaneth said to her in a low voice. He related what had happened in the dining hall, and told her how they got to where they are now. He made mention of Vernak, and told Aming his opinion.

 

 

 

He looked down at his hands and whispered, "We all have are dark sides Aming. I know what can happen when beings of our power succumb to that darkness." He shook his head. "Best not get into the past. You need to rest, the spell we cast can be taxing for all involved."

 

 

 

He unclasped his cloak and bundled it up for Aming to use for a pillow, but before she lay down she asked, "What about the others from the past?"

 

 

 

"I've been thinking about that, and current situations might prove more useful than they appear. Now, I've to go and relieve our newest member from watch. You rest." He looked over at Vandiel, who already seemed to have assumed a meditative state himself. "We'll all be needing rest for the challenges to come." With that said, he went up the hill after Kumlekar.

 

 

 

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Dragoncmd, it be your turn!

I'm in this is awesome. I'm Chris but I'm using my bro's forum file I should be gettin' one soon.

 

 

 

Name:Zepher

 

Age:~19

 

Sex:Male

 

 

 

Crouched in the most uncomfortable position imaginable, Zepher hid away for the Falidian gardner, from which he had just looted some woad leaves and other strange herbs. The farmer had burst out his doors, and Zepher had slipped inside his house, hoping to gain some extra goods. Wyson was back inside, and Zepher was tucked away in his attic. Suddenly the sounds of troops and clinking chainmail caught his ears through the walls of the house. Zepher was sure he was done for: that the whole town guard and the knight's order were all comming for him for his thieft. The sounds only grew louder and more violent, and as the hours passed, Zepher, couped as he was, fell asleep.

 

 

 

He woke to the harsh cries of victory and of new orders, and decided to get out of his hiding place. He was struck with the sight of a ransacked home, and a dead gardener on its floor. He noticed a black knight, and that it was the black knights who had conquered Falador. He hastedly garbed himself in the knight's armor and ran out of the house as if he had slain its inhabitants. He then piled as many goods as he could obtain and stuffed them in his pockets and armor. A 'fellow' black knight commended him and asked his name. Zepher, a fatherless son who's mother had died from pneumonia when he was 6, was illiterate and would not have known his own name if it had not have been shouted at him by the city guards all his life.

 

"Zepher"

 

"Well met bretheren. Say how is that spelled?"

 

 

 

This struck him with fear as he tried to recall any knowledge which would aid him. He thought of the time he followed a band of thugs to Varrok and had his fun there...

 

"All right wise guy give me back my letter"

 

"What letter? I haven't got any papers."

 

"Yes my letter! 'Z' as in Zaff. Zuh-zuh-zuh Zaff! as in the wooden letter you have behind you're back you devilish little rugamuffin! Give me back the Z you took from my shop sign! I can't have a sign reading "aff's Superior Staffs! So hand over my Z!.. No? fine I will inform the gaurd to deport you back to Falador you sniveling little good for nothing..."

 

Z...zuh zuh Zepher....

 

 

 

"It starts with a 'Z' lets go get our orders"

 

"Aye to that one lets enjoy the spoils of war"

 

 

 

Death all around him, streets were staunch with blood. Zepher ducked a corner and fled the burning, death-ranked city. He ran as fast as he could, clutching the few gold objects and coins he looted before he left. He ran ever west hoping now the gate would be open- it was. He ran and passed a man heading for the destruction who had a grim face. He vainly tried to snuff out the sound of clinking loot in the presence of such a proud and stern face. He ran to the next town where hopefully he could find shelter: for Falador, no matter how little he loved it, no matter how distant the childish dreams of becoming a White Knight were, no matter how much he still ached from the last flogging from the town's gaurd, was all he had known, was every bit of the world he called home. His home was burned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OH MY GOSH i didnt realise there was more than one page...... sorry

 

Please start a new one later or just disregaurd this post. Sorry again

 

-Chris rsn Christofels

I'll see if I can get a post up by the end of the week, I am extremely busy this year so I might have to ask you guys to write me out of it. The best I can promise is one a week, and even thats a stretch. Also I'm going to have to review my character. I've used this one in so many different incarnations, that I don't know if I know him any more.

 

 

 

Also I have to move all my saved stuff from my old comp to the new one. Forsakenmage, Maybe you could post and then I'll get mine up?

I'll try to do something, but chances are it'll be pretty hard because I'm in the midst of packing. o_o;

Okay... here I go... again >.o

 

 

 

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Rain watched silently as Armaneth left her behind. The swarm of visions that pounded her made her groan slightly, forcing her to curl up a little on the ground. She was thankful for the makeshift pillow, but even then she couldn't help but wince in pain. For whatever reason, she could only remember lashing out at the company of her past, then nothing but muffled voices and a shadow that seemed to obscure her vision entirely.

 

 

 

She could hear a laugh in the back of her mind, soft at first, then growing louder. Whimpering a little, she mumbled a sleep spell for herself to end the visions, hoping they would not invade her dreams as well.

 

 

 

~

 

 

 

Aming glared from her binds and tried to utter some spells to free herself and do away with Sabin and company despite the gag that Zonorhc shoved into her mouth. Zonorhc kept a close watch on her while Aryl finished tending to Sabin's wounds.

 

 

 

"There, how does that feel?"

 

 

 

"A lot better, thanks. But what about Aming?"

 

 

 

Aryl looked at the struggling mage for a moment before answering. "I could try a cleansing spell, but it'll take a lot out of me and Aming... It'll be pretty bad if you guys run into trouble while we're both down."

 

 

 

"Do it," Sim suggested. "I think we'll be safe here as it is. As far as I know, there aren't any patrols that go by here."

 

 

 

"What about the Judge? What if he finds us?"

 

 

 

"We'll let our lady marksman do the job then. Shame that blind archer isn't here..."

 

 

 

"Hopefully our new friends find him."

 

 

 

"I hope so too... Let's not push our luck."

 

 

 

After a few more words of discussion, Aryl began to draw a pattern on the ground, different from that of what Armaneth had done for Rain, but still with the same purpose. She directed for Zonorhc to place Aming onto the pattern, then began to chant softly while the others stood guard. Aming tried to scream out in pain as a surge of energy went through her body, sending the darkness scattering chaoticly in her mind.

 

 

 

"Aryl! Look out!" Sim cried as a shadow seemed to loom over Aming's body. Aryl opened her eyes, then uttered another spell, sending the shadow screeching towards the Wilderness. Beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she continued to chant, watching Aming on the ground, who was now writhing and rolling back and forth from pain.

 

 

 

After what seemed like hours, the pattern faded to nothingness and Aming was still on the ground, but breathing. Aryl knelt down besides Aming, probing her mind carefully, then breathed a sigh of relief.

 

 

 

"It's done. You can untie her and get the gag out, Zonorhc," she said, slowly getting up with the help of Sim. "We need to keep moving so don't delay..."

Once out of sight of the group, KumlekarÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s stride changed, slowing, allowing him to blend into his surroundings. He worked his way from boulder to boulder, along a shallow canyon. Once the portal was in view, he climbed the cliff face, letting his cloak hide him from any wandering eyes. He examined the camp, using a shallow ledge for balance. There he sat and watched in silence.

 

 

 

The Zaramokian camp was far larger than they had first seen. The portal was continuously opening and closing, letting supplies in and out of the camp. Through the portal Kumlekar could see a mine shaft, with dimly lit lanterns hanging from the ceiling. There was a series of mine cart tracks heading from the portal to some mine shafts within the encampment. Periodically a cart would roll through the portal carrying some sort of Black ore out of the abyss.

 

 

 

By watching the interactions between the priests, Kumlekar began to get a vague idea of the hierarchy within the camp. The higher ranking priests seemed to reside on the eastern side of the camp is some small caves in the rock walls. Slave teams periodically went between some caves on the western side, and the mine shafts.

 

 

 

As Kumlekar was about to turn and leave, he saw two greater demons flanking a naked woman of unearthly beauty. They headed for the high priest, and the priest gulped in fear. As the woman and the priest talked, Kumlekar watched her closely. She filled him with a mixture of revulsion and lust at the same time. Unlike everything around her, her skin did not have a red tinge to it, as if the blood red sun did not reflect off of her.

 

 

 

When the coast was clear Kumlekar dropped off of the wall and hurried back to the party.

I love this story, I read the whole 8 pages up until the last post in 05, but now it's back! I would like to say thanks to all authors so far for a great read, and I'm looking forward to new updates.

 

 

 

Thanks guys!

"Well you look like you're in a hurry." Armaneth observed as Kumlekar almost bowled him down. "What's got you worked up then?"

 

 

 

"There's a very strange gathering down there..." the half elf started and began relating all the details to the Guardian. Armaneth nodded at certain points, then told Kumlekar to go back to where Vandiel and Rain were while he went up to have a look himself. At the top of the hill he placed himself out of sight behind a rock and slowly twisted around to take a look. He beheld the temptress talking to the priest, who was visibly trembling with fear. Armaneth agreed with Kumlekar's earlier judgement, this woman unsettled him. She was obviously not human, and she must possess a decent amount of power to make a high priest tremble like that.

 

 

 

The Guardian decided he needed a better look, and so he crept back behind the rock and projected his mind close to their conversation, keeping his actions secret as he did. The closer he got the worse his feelings grew. He definately did NOT like this temptress, whoever she was. Being close enough to hear, he halted his silent advance and listened.

 

 

 

"It's been three days Charik! Are your men really that poor sighted?! I want those intruders found, NOW!" She screamed at the high priest.

 

 

 

"Y-y-yes m-m'lady. It shall be done as you c-c-command." Charik stammered. The temptress snorted at his answer, lifted her chin, turned and walked away. For a terrible moment Armaneth thought she had glanced toward him, but then decided it was nerves. Shrugging it off, he returned to his body and went back to the group in a quiet hurry.

 

 

 

"We have to move, now. They've been looking for us, and that woman might know where we are already." he said as he returned. Gently he tried to shake Rain from sleep. When she didn't wake, he tried a little harder. Muttering an oath, he lifted her in his arms and sped away from the camp. "We'll have to find another way back to Geilenor."

 

 

 

They'd be travelling for a few hours, Rain still asleep in Armaneth's seemingly untiring arms, when they encountered what everyone had feared. A patrol of 6 armed priests, together with a Greater Demon, stumbled upon the group. Kumlekar and Vandiel immediately acted and slashed at the closest guards. Two priests fell with gashes in their chests. Recovering their wits, the rest of the priests attacked and the demon bellowed a challange. Steel rang on steel, and there was a grunt as Vandiel dropped another one of the priests.

 

 

 

Armaneth gently lowered Rain to the ground, drew his sword, and leaped into the fray bellowing his own challenge. His blade sank into the shoulder of a startled priest and continued out at the hip on the opposite side. A look of dread crossed his features as his torso slid in half. Bringing the blade back up, Armaneth ran to intercept a blow directed at Kumlekars head from the greater demon. Catching the claws with his blade, he pushed them back and whipped the tip of Frostwind across the demon's hard hide chest, leaving a ribbon of red in its wake.

 

 

 

Kumlekar dispatched his priest after trading a few more blows, and came to the aid Armaneth. Vandiel had taken care of the 6th and was now standing over Rain's unprotected form while the Guardian and the Half-elf worked on the demon. Its swings were slow and cumbersome, and its adversaries were agile. Multiple cuts riddled the demon's chest, shoulders, and face, and he bellowed his outrage at being unable to land a blow.

 

 

 

Having had enough, Armaneth ran the demon through in the center of the chest. Its great body shuddered, and it let out a pitiful wail as it disentegrated into ash around the two fighters.

 

 

 

Panting from exertion, Kumlekar muttered, "Let's hope we don't have to fight another one of those." Armaneth nodded and flicked his blade at the ground, all the blood sliding off, then sheathed it on his back. Once again, he lifted Rain's sleeping figure into his arms and started away again, Kumlekar complaining about not resting and Vandiel seeming deep in thought.

 

 

 

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It's good to know that our writing is appreciatted :D

About an hour after the fray, Rain stirred in Armaneth's arms, then slowly woke. For a moment she was disoriented, then realized where she was and quickly asked Armaneth to put her down. There was a stern look from him, but a determined look shot back at him so he shrugged and set the wobbly magess down.

 

 

 

"It's too risky for you to try walking again."

 

 

 

"I won't slow us down. I'll try a few spells later to see if it'd do anything," Rain began.

 

 

 

"That'd just weaken you more."

 

 

 

"But it'll keep me mobile enough to not endanger you."

 

 

 

Armaneth shrugged again, then walked on ahead to continue leading the group. Rain glanced at their new companion for a moment, then walked carefully behind Armaneth while holding back the urge to cry out from the pain still echoing in her legs and lower back. For now she will continue to try to fight the pain until they stopped for rest, then cast her spells.

 

 

 

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Aming remained silent as her group made their way out of harm's way. Occcasionally a stray goblin would pester them, but it was otherwise quiet, much to everyone's relief. Sim was carrying Aryl, who was asleep. Aming slept poorly earlier and weak as she was, continued to walk, trying to focus on the task ahead.

 

 

 

"Do you think we'll meet our new friends again?" Sabin asked.

 

 

 

"Perhaps. I still don't think we should trust them," was Zonorhc's response. "They just don't seem to belong..."

Kumlekar noticed rain waking up, but said nothing. After another hour the monotony of walking was broken when he say a flicker of motion to the left side of the path (if a canyon lined wih red bushes with razor sharp leaves could be called that). Without giving any sign that he noticed anything, he made his way over to Armaneth and whispered, "Something's following us"

 

"I know, they been there for about a half hour"

 

"Ideas?"

 

"Got any oil?"

 

"One vial, why?"

 

"Toss it on those plants"

 

As soon as the oil touched the plants, an inferno erupted around them.

 

"LETS GO!"

This fic really has come quite far!

 

 

 

Nearly 2 years! I think.

 

 

 

So uh, I guess it kinda fizzled out in the end? Ah well, a good read.

 

I apologize if I'm ressurecting an old thread that doesn't need to be pulled out of the ashes.

 

 

 

Was a new thread started? Did it end here? I stumbled onto this via old posts, so I apologize for messing with it if it continues. :-w

Suddenly! Some weird guy appears! The last of the monks of Sassafras, famous for their poison, the evil ROOT BEER. Coated in the stuff, he races off to poison normal people for being, well, normal. Weilding a magic bungmallet, he charges into the unknown, namely a broom closet.

 

 

 

Will continue later.

Is it too late to join???????

Is it too late to join???????

 

 

 

Considering the last post was several months ago, I'd say yes.. Thread necromancers ftl..

lol, I wonder what happened to forsakenmage?