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Good. 6 more people can come, but the story can still go on. Drax Part Two A shadowy figure crept away from the stone circle. It was quiet, sence all the dark magicians had been destroyed by the effect of Part One. Drax was thirsty. In order for him to begin his theiving adventures, he decided, he needed a drink. He snapped his fingers and was in was in the Blue Moon Inn instantly. "Whoa! What's that?" The men and women in the inn backed away. One of the braver men drew his sword. "Who are you and why are you here?" He demanded. "Worthless Guthix scum." Replied Drax and incinerated the man. "You! Bartender! Gimmie a barrel of your finest ale or meet the same fate he did!" Darx jerked a thumb towards the pile of ashes on the floor. "Y-yes, right away." "Better make it quick." While he was waiting, one of the women in the bar ran through the door and called the guards. "Guards, guards! Help, theres a demon! Please help us!" "A demon? Hah. And Evil Bob just materilazied behind me." "Actually..." "What? Noooooooooooooo!" The other guards looked in astonishment as the insolent guard was whisked away by a large cat. "Um... Anyway, we'll check it out." Said one guard. "Please hurry!" The guard hustled inside the Inn to find a scene of destruction. Dead bodies were laying evrywhere, poisioned. An empty barrel of ale lay on the ground, and all that was left of the bartender was a puddle of, well, it looked like ketchup, for a hint. Death follows, wherever he goes. Don't get too close, or he'll cut off your nose. ( :XD: ) Life will perish at his touch. You will hurt, just as much. Enjoy!

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Description: Want to meet people while raising your cooking, prayer, and fighting levels (From most to least, in that order)? Well check this awesome event out! It's free and fun! Date: 2/17/07 Time: 4:00 PST, or midnight GMT, 3:00 in Alaska, you can do the rest. World: 126 Location: The chicken farm above draynor. Y'no, the one with the new farming shop? RSN: Fripplebubby Contact info: Post here.

This is a role-playing thread, and yes, I am copying the other role-playing thread because that thread does not accept any more people. A-day means Armageddon Day, or the end of runescape as we know it. The story does not start on the last day, but will end there. Accepting 5 people! App form to join: name: age: male or female: weapon: race: hometown: occupation: other: An example: name: Dlax age: ? unknown ? male or female: Male weapon: Poisoned Dragon Dagger, Whip, Poisoned Dragon Claws race: Demon hometown: Stone Circle outside Varrock occupation: Theif, Assasain other: Wears ghost robes, very rich Begining of story: %@ A.M., outside Falador "Did'ja see that?" "See what?" "Nevermind. Wait, there it was again!" "I don't see anything." "There, in the bushes!" "Relax. There's nothing. You just need a little sleep that's all." "But I swear I saw something!" "No, you didn't. come on, if we want to get to Falador by lunch, we'd better get moving." "Fine." One of the men suddenly fell to the ground, an arrow in his back. The other stared at him in horror for a few seconds, then ran. The ground in front of him exploded as a spell hit it. Arrows blocked his exit. He knew he had but one option left. "Home teleport!" He quickly chalked his teleportation circle and sat down. Oh, what was the incantation again?!? He fumbled through his pockets for a spellbook. There! "Lumborgodia!" He was lifted into the air. Blue light clouded his vision and he was unable to avoid an arrow. It peirced him through the heart. But then he was gone. His soul ripped in two as half of him respawned im lumbridge, while the other half missed Lumbridge and landed in the center of the Stone Circle. And everyone knows what happens to a human when they bring new world magic smack bang in to old world magic. It rose from the dust, it's eyes blood red. 4 feet tall, the stories said. It saw the world, and good it scorned. Beware saridoman, for Drax is born. Enjoy!

Not my fav... But still pretty good I guess. The fight came a little quick i'd have to say. Also you might want to make it a little more believable (Barely anything in RS is beleivable, but you know what I mean). One more thing, real stories don't have emoticons, and I know you have only one in it, but you shouldn't have that one. Image printing a book with an emoticon in it? ** out of *****

It didn't REALLY capture my interest, but it was OK. The battle was pretty good, but emotional stories really aren't my cup 'o' tea. Or milk. Or soda. Where was I? Oh yeah. So it was alright, but i've seen better out of both of you authors. ** out of *****

That was quite a post about the structure... I don't know how one is supposed to equalize the inequalty of an equal inequalty, equally. :-k About the story, it's OK, better than some, not my favorite story EVER though. I would like more, but please remeber to either capitalize all the Kuns or don't capitalize any of the kuns, but don't make it Kun kun Kun kun please. *** out of *****

It really didn't catch my interst. Plus it was not very original and extremly short, short, short. To tell the truth, i was appaled. Seriously people, that was sad. And the names were lame. Imagine walking up to someone and saying, "Hi, i'm hemk78.". That's how that was. ** out of *****

it was pretty good. Short, obviously, but that's just because it's the first version and all right? I would like to see more, but it is not the MOST intersting story ever. I'd kind of prefer "sweat dripped from his face" than "sweat pored down his face" :-s *** out of *****

This was a story I posted a long time ago, but for your veiwing pleasure, it is brought back! THE OVEN The whistle sounded. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅChange Guards!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Yeah. it's all a bunch of lies really, I just wanted to make a story y'no?

This is my story of Runescape history, as you have never heard it before. A dedicated historian, I have separated the truth from the fiction. I am sure this is different than any other retelling of this tale. It all began One Million years ago, when Zamorak was created. Believe it or not, it is true that evil came before anything else. The world as we know it was built from evil. Zamorak created swamps, dungeons and dark forests, and creatures as evil as him to roam them. But he was not happy with all this, so he built more and more. He created humans, who served him as sinister monks in his bloody temples, dragons, who would rule over all other evil creatures. He made deserts; so hot that almost nothing could live. He prided himself in these deserts, because as you may or may not know, deserts are very hard to make. But before long Zamorak got more and more and still more powerful until finally he had found his weakness. All his evil creatures were nice, but he needed companionship. So he created two brothers. He wanted these two to be as evil as him and so put forth much of his power into making them. But he put too much of his power into them, and instead of becoming super-evil, the spell backfired and he created one man who was completely good, and one who was an equal mix of the two. His power was depleted too. So the other two new men rose up and spread good across the land. They could not be rid of the dreadful things that Zamorak had created, because even after losing much of his power creating them, he was still as powerful as them and could prevent it. So instead they made new things. The made dwarves, and squirrels, and other friendly beasts. And they populated the globe with people. They made oceans and fish, forests filled with goodness, rivers, and other things. But many humans soon became adventurers, and specialized in killing animals and other people everywhere. But not all were bad. Some helped others in quests, or had non-combat skills like cooking or woodcutting. The adventurers seemed as if they would make the worldÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s downfall however. They ran through cities slaying men, women, dwarves, gnomes, barbarians, and anyone else unlucky enough to be found near them. SaridomanÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s dwarves and humans were killed. GuthixÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s barbarians and gnomes were killed. ZamorakÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s werewolves and dragons were killed. So, for the first time in history, all three brothers agreed on something. They combined their powers to make a spell more advanced than any thing that they could accomplish on their own, even though they were the most powerful beings. They made it so that when someone or something was killed, it would respawn in a few seconds. This made the populations of the creature permanent. But on accident, this also affected the adventurers. This made them permanent too. And that is how this world came to be.

updated :boohoo: :boohoo: :boohoo:

updated 8-)

updated it will be rs history i guess but i dunoo....