Fist_of_ozzy

Prologue: Port Tyras Twenty-Two Years ago... Water, the basic essential to life. Every living being consumes water to thrive and survive. Water can create life but it can also destroy it. Dehydration can lead to a slow painful agonizing death, but drowning isn't so different. Emptiness and water cloud my vision and my head as I look up to the glimmering surface of sunlight beaming down onto my face. Oxygen bubbles escape my mouth only to float upwards to this depressing sight, a man tied to a barrel in the ocean sinking to his demise. This is the end of my world and no force of good can save me, to die in retaliation combat seemed more appropriate. I never imagined my death like this. One can only imagine the suffering my elvish brothers are facing above the surface, Lord Tyras and his forces will stop the bloodshed and slaughter at nothing until they acquire what they're looking for. Isafdar is no longer a safe place of haven for elven refugees, no one is to blame but Tyras himself. If it wasn't for his lack of passion for life and his inability to feel remorse, I wouldn't be drowning and our people would be thriving vigorously. In Tyra's eyes Isafdar was for the taking, what he doesn't realize is how unclear his plan for domination is, the swampy terrain will claim his forces, he will never reach the city of Lletya alive. My eyes began to slowly close as i reached my final moments. Suddenly I felt a tug, a heavy force started to lift the barrel up to the surface. Was this really happening? Was my life really going to be sparred or is this all a dream?

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Well the teams aren't even but were starting anyways, we can still use 1 more native player THE WAR BEGINS Round 1 Starts Checkpoint 1: Fist_of_Ozzy , NPC Checkpoint 2: Hextriplet , TheMather1 Checkpoint 3(South Island): Retech9691 , NPC(Player Needed For Natives) Checkpoint 4(South Island): Earthsage , Retech9691 Alex Auzul All I could hear were the waves splashing off the armored raft. There was twelve of us, scared out of our minds, headed towards a tropical death trap. The island looked hazy shaded from the pouring rain, we were one hundred yards from landing on shore. We could barely spot native men standing off shore standing in the rain staring at us. "Troops, READY TO DEPLOY" Our captain yelled. Hands gripped on the metal side of the raft i was ready to jump in the freezing water, seconds passed... "GO, GO, GO,!" One solider after another quickly jumped off the raft, I hesitated... "Get the hell on that beach solider, move it now!" I quickly took a deep breath, I flipped myself over the raft and into the water. My heavy equipment sunk to the bottom of the sandbar, as well as I did. A thumping heartbeat vibrated my head as the cold water chilled my bones, I reached in the sand for my equipment. I felt the handle of my sword, quickly I swam towards the shore, to the left and right of me my army followed. Finally I reached the sand, air never felt better to feel in my lungs. Infront of my eyes, a dark tanned man held an axe made of stone. My mind set to kill I lunged at the native with my sword, he threw the axe at me, it missed sinking into the water. Steel pireced through his chest, he dropped to his knees as I withdrew my sword from his body and continued to advance into the jungle. "Regroup!" A soldier next to me yelled. My squad stared at the dead native as we ran along the coastline. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I was so cold, but i wanted to kill more. A group of natives stood behind trees, we charged them, retreating back they launched spears at us. a soldier next to me was struck by one of the spears, he fell into the water, it turned red. We all charged at the natives, blowdarts were comming from every direction, it was a trap! A blowdart pierced my leg, then another on my arm. Writhing in pain i swung with all my might and sliced a native in half. The other three native soldiers ran deep into the jungle, the darts stopped. I ripped the darts out of my limbs and looked behind me... I couldn't believe what I saw. Six of my men were covered in darts laying face down on the sand, the sand ran red. I looked around me and yelled out for help, there was no noise but the rain hitting the ocean. It started to turn nightfall and i was all alone on this Island with hundreds of men wanting to kill me, it 's going to be a long night...

Just one more player...

Not bad, We only need 1 more gnome player and we can start

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Yes, as a secondary dagger

Yeah guys try it out and see how you like it.

Sounds good man, Invite everyone you can

Name: Alex Auzul Race: Gnome Class: Soldier Rank: Private Height: 4'8 (Note most gnomes are this height, 5'0 would be the tallest) Weight: 115 LBS (Most gnomes dont weigh anymore than 120 lbs) Age: 19 Weapons(2): Short Sword, Dagger Character Description: Alex's family were all natural born soldiers. His brothers and his father were killed in the great battle of the maze. He has traveled three long months from the motherland and is ready to kill any native that stands in his way

This is my first role play since my return on the forums, Read the description, fill out the character sheet and you're good to go. DESCRIPTION: Fifty-two years ago Musa Point, Karamja. Introduction: I can recall the very day my grandfather urged his pride from the great war sixty years ago. Inspiring my father to join the revolution to build what is now my home, if it was not for people like my father Musa point would have the natives crawling all over it with their devilish ways. Was it not our half-elf blood that strode us to rise up from the ashes and the rubble? Without our race this land would not have seen the modern world. We hungered for more land, heading to the southwest we swallowed it from the natives. Their villages were burned to the ground as they scattered fleeing from the burning death, they could only continue to run south, deep within the jungle. Expansion populated us, created more freedom for us. The natives did not stand a chance even praying to zamorak to help slay the invaders. Their weapons were made from the jungle, while ours were forged from steel, as well as our armor. With our army of one-thousand men marched strong to make an attack, it was us who was under attack. The Tai Bwo Wannai's outnumbered us by thousands heading towards Brimhaven. Defending our city over eight-hundred karamja soldiers died in battle, thousands of the natives were slain, but retreated from a wall of fire that was south brimhaven. My grandfather was of the few who survived the great war and he lives to tell the tale of our people. Now our army reaches ten-thousand young men like myself. Our goal is too finish what our ancestors started, to expand south so we can drive the natives out of our land once and for all. This is Karamja's new revolution, this is an extermination! PART I: The Karheem Islands For centuries the Karheem Islands were unknown to most people in karamja. The half elves have paid the gnomes, and have signed an alliance with the gnomes to exterminate the natives. In return for their help, the gnomes are promised a large sum of land on the east side of karamja as a large military and naval base. The gnomes send thousands of young soldiers on a long three month trip to karamja. The strategy for the gnomes is to take the karheem islands to set up a military checkpoint for easy access to invade the south part of the kharazi jungle and eliminate as many natives as possible, driving them back to shilo village. GNOMES Fist_Of_Ozzy Hextriplet Retech9691 Objective: Invade Islands, Kill all natives Checkpoint 1(North Island): 1,200 Soldiers Checkpoint 2(North Island): 800 Soldiers Checkpoint 3(South Island): 750 Soldiers NATIVES TheMather1 Earthsage Objective: Defend Home, Kill all gnomes Checkpoint 1(North Island): 135 Armed Civilians Checkpoint 2(North Island): 225 Warriors Checkpoint 3(North Island): 24 Armed Civilians, 260 Warriors Checkpoint 4(South Island): 287 Armed Civilians, 400 Warriors HOW TO PLAY You can choose between the two classes: Gnome Soldier or Native Warrior. Fill out the character sheet below and i will post a list of those are who are accepted (just fill the sheet out right and your accepted.) Please note that I need an even number of gnome players and native players to start. You are only one solider, and you will be assigned which checkpoint you will start at. Everyone will be assigned at a different checkpoint, it is possible to run into a battle with the opposite player at the same checkpoint. After everyone from each side (gnome and native) has posted their turn, that round is over. After every round i will randomly roll a dice to see which battles are won and i will post all casualties from each side, there is a 1 in 20 chance your player will be killed in battle after every round. IF YOU DIE IT'S NOT THE END! This is only part one of this rpg, there are five more parts, you will be able to choose a new a character on a new part if your character is killed. Any questions pm me or post on this topic. Character Sheets Name: Race: Class: Soldier/Warrior Rank: Private/NA Height: Weight: Age: Weapons(2): Character Description:

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Fifty-two years ago Musa Point, Karamja. Introduction: I can recall the very day my grandfather urged his pride from the great war sixty years ago. Inspiring my father to join the revolution to build what is now my home, if it was not for people like my father Musa point would have the natives crawling all over it with their devilish ways. Was it not our half-elf blood that strode us to rise up from the ashes and the rubble? Without our race this land would not have seen the modern world. We hungered for more land, heading to the southwest we swallowed it from the natives. Their villages were burned to the ground as they scattered fleeing from the burning death, they could only continue to run south, deep within the jungle. Expansion populated us, created more freedom for us. The natives did not stand a chance even praying to zamorak to help slay the invaders. Their weapons were made from the jungle, while ours were forged from steel, as well as our armor. With our army of one-thousand men marched strong to make an attack, it was us who was under attack. The Tai Bwo Wannai's outnumbered us by thousands heading towards Brimhaven. Defending our city over eight-hundred karamja soldiers died in battle, thousands of the natives were slain, but retreated from a wall of fire that was south brimhaven. My grandfather was of the few who survived the great war and he lives to tell the tale of our people. Now our army reaches ten-thousand young men like myself. Our goal is too finish what our ancestors started, to expand south so we can drive the natives out of our land once and for all. This is Karamja's new revolution, this is an extermination!

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