The_Corrupt: Read the last post for explanation.

[sephiroth_king]

The_Advent is over. Now, Corruption reigns.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Welcome one and all. I'm casting character's now, meaning I want you, the reader, to create your own character for this next story, and they will remain until the last one. I know a lot of you want to know the last name of the last one, so I'll reveal it tonight. Anyway, all of you...My readers...Get a chance to create your character. I'm only picking 5 or 6 people out of the flock whom sign up. So, without further adou, here's what you need to do:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Character's name, race, gender, age, equipment, and weapon(s) are needed. Also need to know some other things. Here's the Application:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s):

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character):

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just copy and paste and make your character. Have fun with it. But keep in mind, you aren't making th story, I'm still writing it. If you have any questions, please PM me. Also, if you haven't read it yet, please read my last story, The_Advent, if you want to know what is happening thus far. Thanks, guys!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sephiroth_King

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. Yes, this was the Catch.

[Xewleer]

Name: Gil Colin Graham

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: human (rumored to have a little elf in him, on his mothers grandma side.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender: male

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age: 32

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment: ranger armor, usually drag hide, has a snakekin bandanna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s): assortment of thrown weapons (has some rune thrown axes), poison, duel daggers A note on the dagger, they are longer, when he has to, he fights with them in the middle gap between fingers, the blade only begins to cut an inch or two above the place where he grips it. He fights with quick, decisive stabs, knowing he can't stand up to warriors like Fienrir (or Hylean) for long one-on-one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: neutral, but not like Guthix, is a mercenary, but has enough power to be a warlord.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): He loved a girl, but she died, thats why he became a mercenary, he is withdrawn, quiet, but has a lot of pride, hates to wrong females. hobby- collecting rare blades, doing rubiks cube puzzles. Believes in fate, but not anything like Karma, He swears "by the writers!" Is a narcoleptic so he falls sleep at random times and looks like hes dead He enjoys a good ale, but only has one per meal, doesn't drink any other time. Wants to get enough money to settle down and live the good life. prefers machinist to naturalists, (has no problem massacring druids)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This has been edited note this!Edited! Edited! remember!

[archimage_a]

I always prefered my guide to designing a character

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: (name of character) (Eg: Bob the Bold)

 

 

 

*Race: (The race of your character) (Eg: Human)

 

 

 

Religion: (which God do they follow) (Default is Mother Earth)

 

 

 

Language: (Purely for names and such everyone speaks the same language, if not then you must include a translation manual of key phrases (see later) (in a multi-author story any language that is used by more than 3 persons must have some sort of guide) (Default is English)

 

 

 

Life style: (what is the usual reaction to a problem) (Default is Careful and cautious but can insatiable curiosity keeps them going once they start something)

 

 

 

*Appearance: (what makes them different from the rest of their race) (Eg: Humanoid appearance)

 

 

 

Origins: (How they cam into existence) (Default is Born) (Eg: Created by necromancer)

 

 

 

Hometown (if exists): (where is their capital city and what its name is) (Default is none) (Eg: London) (If it did exist then was destroyed put a note)

 

 

 

Abilities (if any): Something that they can do that is advantageous or disadvantageous (Eg: Breathing fire) (Default None)

 

 

 

*Bio: (brief history) (No Default or Example)

 

 

 

*Artifact(s) (if any): (Is there any items that are one of a kind that are useful) (Eg: Staff of Death)

 

 

 

Job type: (What is that they normally do) (Eg: Adventurer)

 

 

 

*Weakness: (What are the things that are useless about your race) (Eg: Passive)

 

 

 

*Strength: (What are the things that are the best about your race) (Eg: Muscular)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Much more informative but anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Irenith Descarta

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: Human

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender: Female

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age: 29

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment: A miniture halberd that is on a necklace(Enchanted to grow to a full sized Halberd if required), five rings(For each of the elements(Spirit being the 5th), giving here a resistance to all of them), A Belt(Etched with ancient symbols, no effect just really old), An empty Scabbard(Or so it would appear, actually has an Iron lining that is sharp enough to act as a knife), A Druidic Full Helm(Etched with the druid symbols of power, gives slight benefits when headbutting someone), A Ivy Dagger(A fearsome weapon, once it impales someone it will shoot stalks into the person, killing them in only a few moments).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s): Ivy dagger and miniture Halberd

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Very warful

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): Wears no armour(Helm is not really protection because it is cloth). She is vengful after her family was slaughtered by the rest of the Village. Years later she came back and killed everyone in the Village. She has a sadistic streak but is usually on the side of good and rightousness. She believes in Karma and so believes that if its something they would do, its something be done to them. She has no family. She lives no where in particular, she drifts from place to place. She kills animals to survive and will not eat something that has been cooked. As a result she is resistant to posion and diease. She has an untameable will power, so even with powerful weapons like hypnosis she will fight back.

[sephiroth_king]

I like that Archimage, but not everyone knows whats going on if they haven't read the previous story. So I did a basic information/bio, just so I know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, you two are in. Xewleer, it the last one didn't fill your need? Okay then. We're gonna have to fix that.

[sephiroth_king]

Okay, all of you people that want to know what is the last name of the trilogy...You'll have to PM me, because I don't want to spoil it for people who choose not to know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, I'm going to create a character myself. This will NOT affect the next three entries. This is just a character I want to introduce, because SHE is important.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Llia Teviz (Ponounced [Lee A] [Te veez])

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: Human

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender: Female (Obviously)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age: 19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment: A female mimic of Fienrir, but she wears a red trench coat instead of black, with a steel chain mail under it...And a silver belt wrapped around her legs and waist instead of Gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s): A golden rapier

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Neutral

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): She believes in the coming of the new God, Guthix, whom is Fienrir. She loves Fienrir, and is very shy and admirable when he comes around her and talkes to her. She is very tough, and dislikes those whom are against Fienrir and the army, but cares for everything else. She is very loving and caring to all things that aren't Zamorak related. Her upbeat and tough personallity attract many men. Yes, she is beautiful (Blonde).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For those of you who might sign up, have fun with your character. Seriously, have fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm only letting 3 more people come on, but only until tonight. I have to start sometime. If three people don't come on, I'll post my three alternate characters.

[issy2]

Ooh great idea! :

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Melissa

 

 

 

Race: Water nymph

 

 

 

Gender: female

 

 

 

Age: 18, but acts older

 

 

 

Equipment: wears a turquoise gown made of silk and diamond necklace and anklets, use a water bow (see below) goes barefoot

 

 

 

Weapon(s): a water bow... a bow made of hazel wood that shoots bolts of ice and stone. the bow can also shoot water through a small pipe where the arrow slots are. You can poison the water, or use extremely hot water.

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: a neutral

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): Melissa can be manipulative and decieving but she can rarely be compassionate, though she tries never to be overly cruel or harsh, and she always keeps her temper.

[sephiroth_king]

Ooooh \ I like yours, Issy. You're in. Okay, guys...Looks like two more people...I said I'd start posting the story the other night, but I wanted to give people a chance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just...2...More. Hurry people! :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Also, remember to read the last story, The_Advent (Link below), or you won't get the next one. All feedback for The_Advent would be nice, too. Thanks, everyone! :D

[Babybyers]

Name: Fargu Ironhill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: Dwarve

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender: Male

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age: 40-ish

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment: Leg plate armour, Full length chain mail, leather vest overtop of the mail, Black gloves, a leather cap, under his helmet (one of the helmets that gaurds the front of his nose and side of his head), plate mail boots. Tell me if you need anymore/clarification

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s): Two throwing axes on his waist, and a large two sided axe in hand. Embroided with gold writing and ancient inscriptions on the top (if you want to do something about him getting the weapon or something)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Neutral, sometimes good is best, sometimes bad is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies: Adventuring in mountains, hunting for tresure, going to war to protect his kin, mining and smithing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tell me if you need anything else/ Clarification.

[sephiroth_king]

Good job, you are in. 1 more to go, and then I'll begin to write. Be patient. Read the last story. Seriously. Or you won't get The_Corrupt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, every character so far is exellent. So I want to introduce the ABSOLUTE hero and protagonist, and for all of you that HAVE NOT read the last one, his name is...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Fienrir (Pronounced [Fayn Rear])

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: Human/God/Demon (Read The_Advent to understand.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender: Male

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age: 20

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment: A black leather trench coat with black leather boots, a golden belt wrapped around his legs and waist that says...You'll find out. Also a dragon chainmail under his trench coat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s): In The_Advent, he ONLY had a platinum blade. Now, he has a Pure Gold blade and his platinum blade. Two in one deal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: Warlord.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies: Fienrir was the hero of Vad'Idlien, which is now named the wilderness by order of Fienrir. He is peacful around his friends, but during a war, he will fight until his stamina is depleted, so to speak. He is still a renouned hero, were every warrior looks up to him and hopes to battle by his side in the future.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the hero, guys. He actually never looks like this in The_Advent, but we have to change his style. :lol: But to understand the Godly demon part...You have to read The_Advent, unless you want a short summary...

[sephiroth_king]

Hope you guys are ready for the last one, I'll start writing tonight (Around 4:00 PM, which is kinda evening), but one more person can sign up. Only so many hours left. So hurry, whomever wants to sign up! :D

[Peele]

Ill do it!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Name: Efial Racknoar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race: Unkown (Looks like a human from afar, but when you get nearer, you realise he has the scales of a dragon and a never ending glow in his throat.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender: Male

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Age: Unkown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Equipment: A cloak, wreathed in anceint magic symbals, plain, weatherworn clothes from traveling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weapon(s): a long sword, nearly as tall as himself, which also has ancient magic symbols flowing over it, like oil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is your character peaceful, a warlord, or neutral?: My character doesnt kill for power, money or fun, yet will do if called upon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Other Characteristics/Hobbies (So I know what to base around your character): when called into battle, will either wreak havoc with his longsword and attack with flames from his throat, or, when the battle is either not going in his favour, or when the foe is too large or strong for him, will turn into a fully fleged drake, about twice times the size of a horse, and will fight with tooth, claw and flame. Though this will only change his appearance and give him different attributes and he will still fight aswell as he would normally.

[sephiroth_king]

You're in! Great imagination! Okay...People. The_Corrupt starts tonight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I WILL SAY THIS ONLY ONCE MORE...FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T READ THE_ADVENT...READ IT, OR YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND THIS ONE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for your cooperation.

[sephiroth_king]

Prologue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Quickly, into the trap door!" A gnomish mother said to her child, guiding him to a burrow in the ground, with a small covering up top. The small child jumped into the burrow, followed by his mother, closing the door behind them. In the basement of the small village, many other civillians listened to the boom's of thunder and the rage of the gnomish soldiers fighting. Cannons boomed in the raining rage of night, as blood was spilled upon those whom were trying to hide. The soldiers of the village were fighting a war that should not have been, as the shocked children had to listen to a man run into the house, his feet stomping on the floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"They escaped into here," the foul voice said, "find them and destroy them!" More footsteps were heard coming into the house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, looky here!" A jingle of jewelry was heard. "Looks like the refugees left us a present, boys."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Give that to me!" A shove, and a fall upon the floor. "The scent upon this jewelry is fresh...The scent continues...Outside. Let's go." The gnomish child sighed with relief, as he heard the footsteps leave the house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Rushike...It will be all right..." The mother of Rushike began to sing a soft lullaby to him. Rushike, in a hypnotized state, began a soft prayer:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

O, My Lord, GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

The wind is howling and the rain is pouring into our village. The booming thunder is destroying our houses, as the wind violently howls in the darkness of the night, the rain pours into our village, flooding it and leaving nothing but lifeless bodiesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæThe Kazzard army has invaded, as they are killing all of the brave people of our village who have a heart to stand up for everyoneÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæOh, why must this bloodshed continue? ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâèGeneral Kazzard wanted us to pillage the lands and gather food for him, and we did, and now he wants to take everything from us and wipe out our race! Oh lord, I pray to you, Guthix, for this last hope. The terror must stop, or at least the power of you, my lord, can make the Gnomes win this battle for liberation. I beg for this wisdom for I am merciful, I will do anything for thy God of eternal balance, for I am with you always. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâèPlease Guthix, they are getting closer to the king, as well as me and my familyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæMany Gnomes have already died, and we are losing this war. Please, GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâæAnswer my call to freedom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rushike sobbed, as the door above ground slammed shut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I know your're in there!" The man ripped open the entrance to the cellar, throwing the cover away. "Hello..." Suddenly, a boom of a cannon could be heard in the distance, and the house began to crumble, as it fell upon the warrior, blood gushing from his dead body, and blocking off the entrance. The body was crushed between the support beams, the blood dripping upon Rushike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I...I...I'm not dead!" The warrior picked his scimitar, attempting to slash Rushike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A blood curtling scream...Then silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Valiance...Is an illusion. Heroes...Fear valliance's call. Fear that was caused by valiance...Shields the truth of those heroes. But the truth blinds the sane whom see it, for the truth drives them to manifest holy intentions...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But those intentions...Become Corrput.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fienrir walked towards the grand castle of Varrock, as it was the day for reqruitment. The warriors whom were to be chosen stood in a large crowd, awaiting Fienrir. He could see the crowd in the distance, conversing and cheering for the spars that were taking place in the square. Fienrir laughed. Never before has there been a crowd this large since... His thoughts trailed off. He never wanted to remember those days again. With a sigh, he entered through the gate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's him!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Please! Let me join you!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The admiration is dull...I have to find warriors that will leace me alone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Move, people!" A girl of nineteen pushed through the crowd. Fienrir recognized her: Llia, his obvious admirer, as she wore the near opposite of what he wore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank Saradomin...Come on Llia." He grabbed her hands and tugged her towards the castle; he could already feel her palms begin to sweat, and a giggle vibrated his hand. Fienrir blushed, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Were are we going?" Llia asked shakily.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Let's just get into the castle, I don't want to be spotted anymore---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hello..." Fienrir stopped. Looking to the corner of his eye, he spotting a man in steel armor, smiling grimly. Fienrir was basically frightened of the entire bunch of people around this one man; each one looked, actually...Strong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Llia, go into the castle...I want to talk to this bunch..." Llia walked in without question.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You five..." Fienrir walked up to them.

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 1: The Resvihaxianz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Listen up!" The booming voice of General Skiff scared the ones whom were awaiting the speech, located high above the watch tower of the castle. The one's whom were fighting had stopped, and the cheers had subsided. "Many of you are here today for multiple reasons. Some of you are here for redemption. Others for the sake of saving others...Others for the sheer pleasure of seeing the bodies of the dead litered among fields and fields of battle. Apart from that, every one of you are admited into the Varrockian army." The booms and cheers of the happy shook the ground. "SILENCE!" The crowd stopped. He continued:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, be happy. But none of you---Absolutely none of you---Are ready for this news that I'm about to tell you. I see the exited, and I see the weak. I see the strong, and I see the careless. But none of those attributes will be accounted for when the news spreads far through these lands. Let it be known...That every person I call off should report to the inside of the castle immediatly." The crowd broke into conversation, as Skiff pulled out a piece of parchment. Clearing his throat, he began:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"These five people that I call into this building...I will see you at the bottom of this castle, and I want you to sit in the garden of the center of this castle. Understand? Good." He looked at the crowd, some seemed scared, others dissapointed. " Gil Colin Graham...Irenith Descarta... Melissa...There's a smudge in the last name...Melissa, age eighteen, report. Fargu Ironhill...And last but not least...Efial Racknoar...All report to the central garden." The five whom were called out walked in without fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"So it has begun?" A grim voice said in the darkness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir...Contact the five others whom wait for the signal...Leave none alive."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, mylord."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir thinks he's ended me..." the voice of terror erupted in laughter, as the erected shadow revealed the body of the forgotten king...Karomaz. "But that fool has forgotten the rule of Twilight..." The laughter boomed in the ruins of the destroyed citadel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fienrir stopped. His head began to beat, as his heart rate rose. The man in steel walked closer to Fienrir, the grim smile penetrating Fienrir's mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello...Fienrir...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir drew his platinum blade, stabbing the man threw the stmoach, blood scattering unto the ground, as the man died upon the blade. Fienrir tore the blade out, searching for the other men. Gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir!" Roald ran over to the frightened Fienrir, as he withdrew the blade. "What happened?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Roald, this man...I don't understand it! He can't be!..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Can't be...What?" Fienrir noded his head, pushing Roald away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"He...Read my thoughts, he...Sensed them...He broke into the confines of..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"A Zamorakian..." Roald glanced over where the dead man's body was. "Wait...Where did the body go?" Fienrir looked at the blood ridden ground. Nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fienrir...Please, let's forget this..." Llia walked over to Fienrir, shaking in fear. "I...Just want to go see what awaits us inside." Llia was naturally blushing, as Fienrir smiled at the innocent face. Taking her by the hand, he walked her into the castle, conversing on the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Please," Roald said, "Get a room."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Why do you think we are here?" One of the three men leaned against the Northern wall, attempting to complete a rubix cube. "By the writers! This damn thing..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We are here," One of the girls, a girl of eighteen dressed in a turqouise gown, snatched the cube from the man's hand, "because we are probably the best of the best." She finished the cube, throwing back to the man. The man didn't retalliate; he just sighed, throwing his bandana down and messing up the cube.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thanks.---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sorry for being---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Both of you, shut up." A dwarf said. "and you, girl, how old ar' ya? You should be actin' as a teenager would, not as an adult would." The girl walked towards the dwarf.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sorry for acting mature." She said, throwing her head in exasperation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We should be getting to know each other," a man cloaked in a mysterious cloak said, "Not fight."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, let's start off with me." Fienrir walked into the garden. The man leaning against the wall shot up in respect, as the others respectfully stood in sight of him. "No, sit. I need no respect."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What ar' ya? Humble r' somethin'?" The dwarf said, laughung in the process.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, well. I've got a live one. Please, tell me your name, my friend."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, you see, sir...My name is Fargu Ironhill!" The dwarf burst out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I like that name. It's an honorable name." Fienrir directed the rest to line up, so he could learn all of their names. "Good. Now...You. With the snakeskin bandana. Tell me your name."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Gil Colin Graham, mylord."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"These damn repect terms..." Fienrir shook his hand. "You. Yes you, you appear as if you are a water nymph. What is your name?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mellisa, sir." She held her hand out, and Fienrir kissed it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's a pleasure." She smiled, as he moved to the next girl. "And you?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Irenith Descarta, sir. It's an honor to meet you..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm telling all of you, the honor is mine. No honor from you." He kissed her hand as well. Fienrir moved to the last man, whom was uncloaked. The scales of a dragon was his face, as a strange glow eminated from his throat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"My name is Efial Racknoar. It is truly an honor." Fienrir shook his hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good...I'm glad I've located you all. Now, you are probably wondering what I called you here for. You see, I'm not here to train you, nor draw respect from you, nor make you fall upon your knees and beg for mercy. Why would I do that? I needed a team, a team of elites who's names were spread far throughout the land, and caught your names. Lucky you. I've chosen my Resvihaxianz..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Might I ask...Wha' in the blazes does tha' mean!" The dwarf boomed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I love a temper. It makes me happy, somehow. That means, 'My chosen Five.' Well. I can't wait to see what you are capable of." Fienrir turned away, walking back to the door. "Meet me at the forest of Varrock, near a small abandoned house to the East. Got it?" They all noded, as Fienrir walked out of the room, leaving the five to speak amongst themselves.

[Peele]

Oh My Cheese, this is great so far :shock:

[Babybyers]

Yayy! Awesome start, excited for more ! :)

[sephiroth_king]

Thanks, guys. More tonight. A lot more. It'll probably be either the characters stories or something else. I like the prologue the best...Personally.

[Xewleer]

My character looks good!!!!!

 

 

 

Thank you soooo much!!!

 

 

 

More corruption yay!

[sephiroth_king]

Glad you like, Xewleer. Your character will be very interesting to work with (So to say...He's fake, but when I write, they become real). But sorry I didn't make anymore---Oi! I'm having the biggest writing slump! :lol: But my creativity is slowly coming back, so definatley tommorow. I'll create a schedule as I did in The_Advent so people can stay on track. Have a nice weekend, everyone!

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 2: Untold Memories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawn broke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir woke up, as he heard the sweet chirping of birds and the fluttering of a hummingbird. Llia had already woke up; her bed was made, and she was out training, the usual at six in the morning. He would meet her and the Resvihaxianz in the forest. His movements were unusually slow; he took a shower, slowly equipted his buster swords, put on his trench coat, then slipped on his golden belt. He rushed out, stuffing whatever his pack could hold with meat and refreshments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"He's late." Llia sat at the tree, keeping a look of when Fienrir would arrive. "That's unusual for him."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I doubt that." Mellisa declared, as she was drinking green tea and meditating. "He's probably always late, no?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I wouldn't count on that. But he better make it here quickly; I'm sick and tired of waiting. What of you, Gil?" Irenith finished her sentence, turning towards the wall were Gil leaned against. "Gil?" Still no answer. "He's not dead!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Dead! He looks dead, but he's merely sleepin'! Poor lad, he'll be missin' out on some great spar matches!" Fargu laughed, drinking the ale that he brought with him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wake him up." Fienrir dropped his pack on the ground. Fargu obeyed, as he attempted to kick Gil awake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers! You blasted dwarf!" Gil jumped on his feet, Fargu laughing uncontrollably. Gil calmed down, pulling out his rubix cube, not noticing Fienrir.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That's right..." Fienrir snached the cube from Gil. "No need to fight each other awake. Now, I specifically called you all here..." Fienrir finished the rubix cube, faster then Mellisa, throwing it back to Gil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"How come everyone else can do this but me? Please stop taking it." He started to mess it up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay, stop taking his cube. Anyway, put it away. We've got biusiness to cover."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sparing time!" Fargu shouted aloud, jumping happily.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No." Fargu lost his footing and fell. "Actually, Llia is starting a fire, and...We're going to tell of our past. I want you all to share this because you will be fighting with next to one-another...For a long time." Llia ignited the fire, gesturing everyone to come over to it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It' be a little light out for a fire, eh?" Fargu said bluntly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Just relax. Now I want all of you to listen. Gil, how bout you tell us of your past?" He sat upon a log by the fire, looking into the orangy red glare of the fire, ready for everyone to listen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sit. My story...It's been a terrible journey from my past to were I am now. But I made it..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Gil...Gil...Wake up, you!" A voice of a sweet sounding young woman woke up Gil immediatley. The hot glare of the sun met his retna, making everything blury. But he adjusted to the sensational sun, slowly regaining eye sight. Gil slowly ascended, looking around to see whom was calling him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hi, Gil!" Gil lost his footing, plopping onto the ground with a loud thud. The girl that awaited his awakening was smiling and giggling, holding a basket of flowers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Kimmy..." Everyone in his hometown knew of Kimmy, the mayor's daughter. They new each other since they were kids, and they each had feelings for one another, although they didn't tell each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Gil, everyone is looking for you, and here you are sleeping like a sound little kid!" She laughed, pushing him onto the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Well, hey, I can't do anything if you push me down!" He rose, but this time, it was an immediate suprise: "Race you back!" Kimmy ran towards the opening in the ravine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, no fair!" Gil ran to catch up with her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Catch me if you---" He heard a cry of pain. Kimmy was laying on the ground, holding onto her leg.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ran too fast?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No!" She kicked him into the ground, as she scrambled to get up. Gil caught her, though, pulling her back. Her laughter echoed through the ravine, as Gil's heart warmed with happiness. He didn't like to make a girl cry, especially Kimmy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay, you. Let's get back." He lifted Kimmy onto her back, as he carryed her back towards the sunlit town.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"But I found nothing but agony after my return..." Gil frowned, as those around him prepared for the worst. "When I returned, I dropped her off, and started to return back to my home..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Kimmy!" Gil ran towards the burning house. The town was completely obliterated, as the houses were collapsing around him, and the bodies of those dead penetrated his heart, filling it with rage. Gil's face became stiff and angry, as he ran inside the burned reckage. "Kimmy!" He yelled again, as a piece of the burning building came down, hitting his leg. He screamed in agony, as blood began to leak on the floor. Even in pain, he would not give up. "Kimmy!" This time, a figure appeared from the other side of the fire. "Kimmy!" He ran, as the pain surged through his body. And when he reached the other side, he was greeted by an arrow to the chest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the dead body of Kimmy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"I made it out of the house alive, but never actually new what that...Thing that shot me was..." A tear dropped from his eye. "That's why I'm here. That was ten years into my past." He let out a soft sob, as Llia conforted him. Everyone else was silent, Mellisa mostly. She just sipped her tea, but Fienrir could see some agony in her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mellisa, how about you tell your story." Fienrir said intently.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sorry, but I choose not to."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You don't have a choice. Well, you do, but you'll have to choose two...And this goes for all of you...You can choose the way of truth..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Or?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The path to the neverending dawn." Fienrir grimly said, as he leaned back into his seat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fine. Well, where should I start off?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"What is that girl?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I dunno, but she's powerful..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I don't want to mess with her..." The people of the town muttered, as she walked away from the injured man, bow in hand. The man was harrasing her, and tried to get others to help. So she shot him down, and kept shooting until he was internally injured.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, you freak! Get over here and fight me!" She hated being called a freak! Her abilities were unwelcomed in many places, and she took down whoever would make fun of her. She turned to the cruel man, as she pretended to cry, tears rolling down her eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry! I was being controlled! I was forced to do that!" Everyones hatred towards her died down, as the man walked up to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's okay. But hold still this time---" Mellisa saw her chance. She punched the man in the stomach, holding her bow out. "Sicko!" She shot poisoned water out of the bow into the man's mouth. The man quickly died, as the poison was strong. The other men ran away in fear, leaving Mellisa to herself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sick perverts." She put away her bow, walking away from the town.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"That's a basic reason why I came here. I don't hate all men, but...They saw how vunerable I was, and weak...Those four years ago defined who I am today---but my power hasen't evolved all of these years..." She stopped, taking another sip of her tea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay...Well, we should at least eat. Llia, throw this meat onto the fire, please?" She took the chicken and other meats, setting up a pan and seasoning them before placing them on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wait." Irenith took a piece from the pile. "I like to eat mine raw." She began to rip the flesh off of the bone, slowly savering the taste.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Irenith---you don't mind?" Fienrir asked her. She swallowed her meat, then said:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Give me an ale...And no, I don't."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"So what are those fool's commiting now? More idiocy?" A dark figure said, looking into a small crystal ball.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If they are," Karomaz said, "then Varrock is ours. Tell the remaining four men stationed in Varrock to call the rest of the troops."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, mylord. But Zamorak---"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We don't need that babbling fool anymore." Karomaz said, as the Twilit aura around him grew stronger.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'll tell the warriors." The dark figure said, walking out of the ruined throne room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"I can only say...Nothing tremendously horrid has happened to me before...Except the slaughter of my people. But it's to trajec to say---even more than what happened to those two. So my choice is, Fienrir, you won't make me tell my story, or I'll see you in Hell, because I'm not saying anything." Fienrir grinned at this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Like I said, love tempers. And what of you two?" Fienrir looked at Fargu and Efial. Fargu shook hi head no, then said:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I swear, I swear, mylord, I never had any...Horrid and pandemonious things every happen to me. I'm sorry, sir." Fargu sadly gulped down his ale, then tore away at his meat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's okay---Efial?" Efial, a hood masking his face, shook his head, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I don't know why I'm here. I just am. Fate is fate." Fienrir thought of that. Fate is fate... But his thoughts were interuppted...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

O, My Lord, GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone was praying to him...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

General Kazzard wanted us to...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, why must this bloodshed continue? ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâèGeneral Kazzard wanted us to pillage the lands and gather food for him, and we did...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir's eyes widened, and his head began to surge with pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I...I...I'm not dead!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The shout of anger made Fienrir's head hurt worse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A shout of pain...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir screamed in unicen with the shout he had heard, then the pain receded, and awkward silence was around him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers..." Gil ran toward Fienrir. But everyone fell th their knees in shock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Screams were heard in the sqaure, along with an explosion...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Varrock...Roald and...Reldo...The citizens!" Fienrir jumped up, drawing his swords, running recklessly into a battle.

[Xewleer]

so good! like what you did with Gil's story, couldn't have done it better! :D

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I LOLed when I read the first episode of Gil's narcolepsy! (i broke my leg laughing! LOL!)

[sephiroth_king]

Thanks a million. I put a lot of thought into Gil's story, specifically because it was sad. And I also put much thought into the nympholepsy, and I cracked up when I wrote it, too. I was writing it, then laughed really hard, freaking out my cat, whom was on my lap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well thanks again! More tommorow, so let's see what Gil is capable of in battle!

[sephiroth_king]

Chapter 3: Supererogatory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The guards whom protected the square. Dead. The army whom stayed within the sqaure. Fighting. The deathly sound of entity...Struck fear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir looked around the half wrecked kingdom of Varrok, as he ran upon dozens of dead bodies that litered the square. The gaurds were slaughtered, as some soldiers were bleeding dark red blood, that smelled like the scent of rotten dead calf. The castle was intact, but the budlings and shops around it were blown into oblivion, as the sky was lit with a brilliant Twilight ray. He knew immediatly whom would do such wrong doing; but he could not quickly assume this, as there were clues left behind in the genoicide. Fienrir began to check the bodies of the dead, as they were ridden with claw marks and fang marks of a deadly beast. The faces of the dead were covered in blood, almost as though they were...Torn apart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir quickly immersed hiis face in his trench coat, as the scent of flesh grew stronger. Flesh being this strong, though...It is fresh... Fienrir glanced side to side, pouncing towards the North were the sickening stench was stronger. As it grew more eerie, the scent grew stronger, and as the scent became stronger, the rumbling of beastly stomachs could be heard. Fienrir stopped. The growling was stronger, as swift footsteps were stomping upon the ground, Fienrir gripped his blade tighter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Come out and fight!" Fienrir tried to antagonize the creature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"As you wish, Guthix." The beastly toned voice said, as it revealed itselfy. The figure that was coming closer was shaped as a dog. "You know, all these years we've apposed you...Trying to drive the evil intentions out of you..." The figure became clearer, but was still shrouded in Twilight. "And we succeded. Pitiful, Guthix. I faced you to the end, and still, I suppose true opposites can't die...Or the evil opposite, for that matter." The figure stopped. "The good opposite will die, just like the rest. And Saradomin put my angelic opposite within you, Fienrir. Fenrir, the opposite of me. Now you must learn that being powerful...Isn't enough to defy me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Who the hell are you?" Fienrir took up arms, ready to attack the beast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Who am I? I am the beast of the night, whom lurks in your past, eating away your memories...I am the darkness, whom lurks in your present, ready to end the light...I am the entity, whom lurks in your future, seeking balance of the world, my goal to unbalance it...Who am I?" The beast pounced at Fienrir, plowing him into the ground, claws in his chest. The beasts shining red eyes penetrated the Twilit abyss, as the figure of a blood red wolf with streaks its silver down its coat. "They called me Seviouv, the ruler of Twilight, the oppsoser of Fenrir and the balance!" Fienrir tried to break free from the wolfs snare, but to no avail, as he bagan to vleed from his chest, gasping for air. Seviouv only growled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You are the balance of darkness and light, the ruler of both, the ruler of Lunebris. Your power is greater among the three, and your strength doubles that of any man and triples that of a God. You are inhumane, you are abnormal...You are the lone wolf, trying to claw his way through this world of pain and mysery like every other warrior...But I have discovered the purpose of the Advent...Your purpose is to end, your purpose is to bring about Omejavneistrivite, or as the scriptures call...Omega. But whom could know that?" Fienrir, fushing blood from his chest and mouth, tried again to break free; no use. Immediatly, he spat into the wolfs eyes, blinding it temporarily, tearing its claws out of his chest. Fienrir then jumped back, regaining his footing at drwaing his blades.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Seviouv!" Fienrir stood in his battle stance. "Fight me! Come, let us see man versus wolf!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Fight? No, no...I must leave. And you must discover your purpose, before it's too late; because without knowing our purpose, then there is no reason to live."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I know my purpose." Seviouv growled, as the Twilight shrouded the embodiement of the wolf. Fienrir still stood in his battle stance, awaiting anything to attack him at any moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A battle horn was sounded.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir knew this battle horn, as the sound was eerie and unwelcoming. The second was sounded. Fienrir knew of the last, that battle would leave none behind. Fienrir stood in his stance. The thrid. Fienrir heard the battle cries of the enemy, as he ran to the sqaure, gasping and holding unto his injury. He could here the army of Varrock scream for reinforcments in other area, as the enemies were raging battles in those areas. He suspected Llia and the others to be around there, too. Fienrir was now on his knees, trying to heal as fast as he could, as the enemy army revealed itself through the srouding Twilight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Their armor was blood ridden of human flesh and scraps of rune and metal, as their helms were made of demon horns and hardened bone marrow. Their weapons were swords crafted of rune, but the handles of those weapons were made of human bones and giant bones. Their faces were hideously torn apart, the muscle of the inside of their bodies could be seen. Fienrir quickly sood, as his wounds had almost reovered, preparing for a dangerous duel. Suddenly, though, the crowd of warriors moved away, and five cloaked figures walked from the middle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The four whom stood near the castle!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hello, Fienrir...Remember us?" The grim voice chuckled, as he spat some blood onto the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"There were four of you...Not five!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The fifth was hidden...So is the will of tactics...One thing you will never learn."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What do you want?" Fienrir stabbed both of his blades into the ground, making a small magnitude in the earth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That's a dumb question. You know what I am here for; it's time the kingdoms of this land should fall, as we will spread from here all around the lands, slwoly killing and destroying all of those whom would oppose us! You know of this; it was the plan of Karomaz, but that was changed by Zamorak. What a pitiful God to follow; he only cared of destroying you...But we should have been focusing on destroying this land."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Either way, I would've stopped you!" Fienrir barked, planting his feet frimly into the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"True, but at least you wouldn't be able to seek that blasted Oracle for your fortune...Now, Tiresias the great, shall wonder those hills without ever returning...As we will it, it comes true." The man laughed, a sickly laugh that would shake a soldier up. "But why should I tell you? After all, these lands are doomed, and so are you." The man raised his hand. "Kill him." He and the other cloaked men dissapeared, now leaving the blood-thirsty warriors to attack. They raised there weapons, as the battle cry made a ring in Fienrir's ears, forcing him to fall to his knees. The then charged him, the first raising the unsheathed blood ridden halberd...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A sound of a parry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fienrir jerked his head up, as the figure of Gil, holding daggers of all kinds between the gaps of his fingers, one hand parrying the blow of the warrior, the other struck daggers into his chest. The warrior collapsed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"By the writers...Fienrir, do me a favor...Don't run abruptly like that ever again." Fienrir grinned, regaining his footing. The others charged in, as Gil cut down five more of them with extreme speed. One of the warriors passed him, attempting to strike him with a halberd. Gil jumped away, sensing the tention around him, but another raised it's blade to his neck. The warrior took up it's blade, growling with rage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Stop slacking off!" Mellisa roared, as she shot a sharpened of stone through the head of the warrior. She continued to shoot, knocking down many more in a matter of seconds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Mind if I cut in?" Irenith said, as she took a halberd necklace from her neck.

 

 

 

"What's that going to help with?" Fargu ignoantly asked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Shut up." The halberd expanded into full size, as she slashed a few of the warriors that came their way. Fargu growled, as he lept into the battle, cutting down ten in one slash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Not to shabby." Gil declared, smiling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'd like to see you do better!" Fargu laughed, as Gil jumped through twenty warriors, each falling instantly, Gil laughing when he regained his footing. Fargu stopped laughing instantly, a look of pure suprise in his face. "That only counts as ten!" Fienrir finally rose, with the help of Llia, whom drew out her gold rapier.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"When can I join in?" Efial said, walking towards the battle with a five and a half foot blade. The enemy warriors saw the potiential threat, charging in on him. Efial only slased his blade one, as the warriors' bodies' were cut in two and split to Efial's left and right sides, blood gushing through the air. Efial only chuckled. "One down, many to go!" He recklessly charged into the fight, cutting down more by the second. Llia's turn: she jumped in, almost as though she was swinging her sword uncontrollably, but cutting down as many warriors as Fargu. Fienrir, now recovered to the full extent, jumped high in the air, slashing and decapitiating those whom stood in his way. Mellisa's sharp eyes slowly caused the retreat; the warriors ran away, as the seven charged in on the rest whom thought supererogatory would kill, but it seemed supererogatory was on Resvihaxianz side, as the remainder was slain, and the others retreated. Fienrir gasped for air, as bickering pair, Fargu and Gil, as they spoke:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I got fifty." Fargu happily declared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then we are even." Gil said, withdrawing his blades. Fargu frowned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'll beat ya next time..." He took out an ale that he carried, slowly consuming it. Fienrir withdrew his blades.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You...Are all very great fighters. It's no wonder why your names have spread far and wide across these lands; but it seems that this battle wasn't won. We'll discuss it over later, but for now, I predict Roald will want to have a word with everyone...And I'm going to speak of my..." Fienrir stopped, thinking for a moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Your what?" Fargu declared. Fienrir walked to him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I heard something...A prayer from a gnomish child...An allusion...But I'll discuss that later. Now, we rest until Roald will's it. I'll see you all later." Fienrir began to walk away, Llia in close pursuit. "And don't worry about the bodies---they'll be picked up."

[Xewleer]

very good, not what I expected Gil to fight like, but still very good!

 

 

 

excellent dialog in this one--

 

 

 

"That only counts as ten!" lol

[sephiroth_king]

Ya, I needed ALL of the Resvihaxianz (BTW, people, this means in Zamorakian [My made up language, lol] Five chosen ones, and is pronounced [Resh vih azianz].) to fight like total maniacs, so Gil had to be a swift fighter as your discription said, but he can't stab through rune, so logically, I had to make him slash their weak points (Gaps in-between their amror=their stomach) and he can't stab because they are decisive retalliaters. So he'll fight the same later, but I had to make sure all of them could be quick thinkers. Is that okay? Thanks for your (comment) as always! lol. :thumbsup:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. Gil and Fargu will be...How would you say, competitive in the future fights. :ohnoes: