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Aleksandar

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  1. I postulate that a full notebook (that is all ancient pages found) will allow entrance through the Mithril Door.
  2. 99 magic assuming that runes are not an issue to gather.
  3. I never fail obstacles there at lvl 87 agility, and if you know how to efficiently cross the obstacles laps are quick. I find that course fun and the Ape Atoll course boring. What's wrong with me or what's wrong with everyone else?
  4. How long would it take and about how expensive is it to level up to 75 construction in the most efficient, quick way? Thanks, Aleksandar
  5. Two whips in three abyssal demons. Whips were about 6 mill at the time.
  6. All I can say is that I'm glad I've shifted over to favor Sonata Arctica over Nightwish, otherwise I'd find this news extremeley downheartening. To the Nightwish fans, pick up some Sonata Arctica while we wait for the Nightwish epic to unfold.
  7. Dharok's Helm has a normal nose covering with the rest of the face being open like other medium helms. Torag's Helm, however, is accurate. I'm no artist so I can't critique your work, but I must say it's rather easy on the eyes. :)
  8. it aint stupidity hay cletus they done getted my password!!! :lol: naw mavis yer passwurd!! why'd yoo haf to go an be so dum!? and stupidid Actually, it is stupidity. If you aren't smart enough or at least methodical enough to keep your computer clean or to keep someone from watching you type your password, then it's you're fault for being dumb enough to get 'hacked.'
  9. This clue scroll (a level 2 scroll) says "Speak to Ulizius." I can't seem to find this anywhere in the forum guides or the tip.it guide. Where is he located? And if this is on the guide forgive me for making this post and I'll look a bit harder next time, but if it isn't on the guide, well, then it needs added. Thanks in advance.
  10. Meat Pie - Not suitable for vegetarians Half of a Meat Pie - Half of it is suitable for vegetarians
  11. Well, the story sure changed drastically in the time I've been gone. I never saw us finding ourselves in the midst of the old story! I forget much about the old story, and I even forgot where my character came in! But as I read I remember my character was a warrior sent from Guthix, somewhat like Chaoseeker's. That was a good story. Anyway, I don't know how I managed to go for as long as I did without posting in the story, and I'm glad to see no one really messed up my character :P . Here goes: Aleksandar had awakened to a conversation between strangers and familiar voices. He recognized the voices as those of Aming and Kiran. He made his presence known and Kiran came over to tell him of what had elapsed in the time of his rest. "Aleksandar, it is good to see you in good health." "Likewise to you Kiran. Perhaps you should go tend to the needs of the others. I shall keep Armaneth company." Kiran heeded Aleksandar's words, and began to walk away. Hmm, strange that he should be so eager to rush me away. A weak spell Aming cast upon these men? Perhaps, but perhaps not. I should keep an eye on these two. Aleksandar turned to Armaneth, who had fallen asleep again. He made sure the rest of the party had moved away from the wagon to begin making a fire and settling things for the night before he roused Armaneth. "Armaneth. Armaneth. Wake now, for we must have a talk." Armaneth was slow to wake up, but he eventually did so and asked Aleksandar what was so urgent. "Has your sleep been so troubled as mine? I feel as if I have slept for aeons, yet I do not feel rejuvinated in any way. It is very troubling." "Quite the contrary actually friend, my sleep has been extremely refreshing and I feel I have slept just the right amount of time. Why do you ask?" "My sleep has been a disturbing one. I saw images of our companions, our friends even, being slain. I saw Kiran's death, yours, Aming's, everyone's. A horrible death we all suffered. One can only hope that this was not a vision of things to come." "Hmm, you are right in the decision that your sleep was disturbing. But the events being forsight of the future? I highly doubt it. Perhaps you should go ask the others about this. Maybe they would know, especially Aming, she cast the spell after all. Did you suffer the Great Equaliser in you dream as well? Did you die I mean?" "No... I don't think I did. But I think you're right, it probably is no cause for alarm. Just a dream right?" He chuckled nervously, as did Armaneth, who shortly after left to meet with the others at the fire. Aleksandar, however, stayed behind in the wagon. The sleep had been too disturbing. He felt compelled to take leave from the party and continue on his own. It wasn't just the fact that the others had died in his dream. It wasn't the graphic ways in which they had died. It was not the realism of the dream. The part that had been most disturbing and unsettling, was the fact that he had been the one to kill them. But he had seen it all through real eyes. Eyes not damaged. How could this have been? As he dwelt on this thought, Aming (the Aming Aleksandar had known in his own time) came up next to Aleksandar. They had not spoken since they had been in Draynor where Aleksandar had spoken with her as she recovered from her first encounter with the demon. When he had spoken with her there, something between them seemed to lock into place, something that seemed to say that they would be together in a long and arduous journey. A bond almost. And Aleksandar sensed that this might be another such moment. "It is good to speak with you once again in private Aleksandar." "The feeling is mutual then. My sleep seems to have lasted for aeons. I feel like a stranger amongst people I can't begin to know, and some I can barely begin to remember. Do you remember what spell you cast on me? Would it have such an effect?" "Well, it might. In rare instances it has such an effect. Very, very rare instances, considering that this effect would only be present in one of the Marked Ones. Aleksandar, are there things you haven't shared with the rest of our group? Things from your past?" "I am not sure. It feels like there is an emptiness in my head. The incident in the Wilderness that left me blind might account for this. From that incident I only remember a kindly man dressed in a pure white. He gave me the cloth. Yes, I'm sure of it, he gave me this cloth. What, might I inquire, are the 'Marked Ones'?" "Well, in one of the great wars passed there were a few great warriors. They fought bravely, and led legions into war. When morale was broken, they could bring spirits back to their men. They fought so fiercely it is said that they could have fought the war alone and won. The gods adopted these men during the war. They tried to claim the warriors for themselves as a testament to their power. The gods branded these men with their symbol. The men were so powerful, and such rogues, that they were able to fight off even the gods. But the brand stayed with them in the middle of their backs forever. It was present within their children, and their children's children, and so on. Only a few of these lineages still exist. Tell me Aleksandar, do you have any peculiar markings on your back?" "I'm afraid I could not tell you Aming. If one ever did exist, I cannot remember it, for the accursed incident. I would be hard pressed to check in my current state as well. I don't think I'd be able to see it if it were there. I suppose you could check if you really think it is necessary." Aming resolved to check. As Aleksandar removed his shirt, Aming gasped at what she saw on his back. The blazing emblem of Zamorak. But it was slightly altered from Zamorak's though. The name Zaros fleeted through her mind, but it was so fleeting she could not grasp it. Perhaps a scar from a wound had obstructed the symbol, so for the time being, she accepted that it was Zamorak's emblem. Aleksandar had descended from one of the greatest warriors of all time. The only warrior Zamorak had ever seen fit to claim as his own. "Why do you gasp?" Aming quickly recovered her composure. "Oh, it is nothing. You just have many scars and your body seems to have endured many fights." She thought it was best not to reveal the fact that he was claimed by Zamorak. A curse of Zamorak rather, one that she was afraid might let Zamorak himself possess Aleksandar. Despite the curse, Aleksandar's great skill as a warrior was only that of his own hard work and training. Zamorak put no power in him, but through the curse Aming believed he may be able to manifest himself into Aleksandar's body. This information might be too much of a burden for him, she decided, and she helped him put his shirt back on. "No, I see no mark, so it must just have been a normal bad dream. Perhaps you should sleep some more." Aleksandar agreed and laid back down. He quickly fell asleep. Aming sat there for awhile before returning to the others who were by the fire. And all the while Aleksandar slept, with the symbol, not of Zamorak, but of Zaros on his back. Aiming had misidentified it. Aleksandar was subject to a much more malicious and malovolent force than Zamorak.
  12. The cape should show up through the net, the net is mesh after all. I dunno if you were saving that for later, but it's really bugging me :wink:
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