The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron

Prepare to read a story of wonder and enchantment.

It introduced us to a world of fantasy, but only now can the legend truly live.

The Chronicles of "Da Cabbatron" - Part One.

On that sacred day, many moons ago, Blackbane created the Order of Cabbage. Much mirth was generated from the O.o.C and many flocked to help the noble cause. Amongst the crowd was a young picker named: Bubsa. He was like any enthusiastic member; strong, with an iron will that can only be formed from the nutrients of cabbage. He was acknowledged by Blackbane and the two shared a friendship of fortitude and joy.

But as the clan began to expand, dark clouds of foreboding doom were creating an overcast condition. The cabbage count rose and rose, exposing young Bubsa to more and more experience of the force it created. Fascinated by its power, Bubsa travelled throughout Gielinor to find other cabbage which could satisfy his curiousity.

He travelled the world backwards, meaning on his return to the patch, he found the evil cabbage of Draynor Manor. With the echoes of the cries of avoidance from Blackbane and acolytes alike, Bubsa began to retreat with haste. Upon his depature, he met for the first time: 'Da Cabbatron'.

Here was a character like no other. On the outside, he looked frail; with nothing but the shirt and pants he was created with and a big "(Level 3)" hovering above him. Alas, there was something of an aura about him. His clothes radiated a green glow, a green so pure that it could have been mistaken for the cabbage itself. Without so much as a frame per second, Da Cabbatron spoke:

"Hmm, the cabbage is strong in this one" he murmured, fixated on the embodiment of Bubsa before him.

"What...are you?" was the bewildered wanderer's response.

"You, who seek the cabbage, seek the power it provides, yes?" Bubsa remained silent. "I have that power"

As Bubsa stared into the bowels of Da Cabbatron the strong, flourescent glow of green acted hypnotically on his soul. He was becoming more and more submissive and respondent to the cries of Da Cabbatron.

"I suppose as a would be O.o.C member you don't know about the secrets of the patch?"

"What..secrets?" queried Bubsa

"The dark side of the patch has many abilities many would consider to be...unnatural" bellowed Da Cabbatron

"Is it possible to learn these abilities?"

"Not from a Blackbane" was the delayed response.

With the promise of power, Bubsa had succumbed to the will of Da Cabbatron. But was he acting for a friend in need? Or was it all part of an articulate plan that could jeopardise the very existance of the O.o.C and its stockpile of cabbage?

To be continued...

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part II

Bubsa returned to the patch with instructions from the sinister Cabbatron to gain ranking in the hierarchy of the O.o.C. With a nervous brow of sweat across his forehead, he approached the Cabbage Council.

"We thank you for your time, Bubsa, but we will not be giving you the position of Acolyte".

"W-what?!" was the shocked and bemused response from the man, "But I've been with the order for years, how can this be?"

He sensed that something was brewing in the force of the cabbage. After experiencing Da Cabbatron he had underestimated the other part of the force. The omnipitence of Blackbane had startled him, made him wonder if he knew of his meeting with Da Cabbatron. The disturbance in the force was equally disturbing to Bubsa, but Blackbane's denial of his position did not act as a warning as you may have expected, but only to anger and infuriate Bubsa further.

This played into the hands of Da Cabbatron. Soon, he would be able to mould Bubsa, the fallen prodigy of the O.o.C, in his hands to accomplish what dirty deeds he had in store.

"Channel your anger, young Bubsa. The dark side of the force comes from aggression and hatred, accumulating in a force so strong it warrants destruction to all in its path." informed Da Cabbatron. However, a little bit of purity still remained in Bubsa. The apprehension of wanting destruction and chaos he experienced forced him to ask Da Cabbatron: "But what of this destruction? What is their to gain from slaying foes? The cabbage is their to be picked and not fought over, surely?"

The radiance of Da Cabbatron grew stronger as it encapsulated Bubsa in his train of thought: "But that cabbage belongs to me, to us, to those who appreciate its true power. We are the ones who can fulfill its potential, a potential to change Gielinor as we know it. Wouldn't you agree, that if knowledge is power, those with knowledge should be in control of the source?"

Bubsa remained silent, taken aback by what he had been told. So many thoughts rushed through his brain, thoughts of conflict of the cabbage, between people and their souls, conscience, the strength of the cabbage, the strength within himself. His confused subconscious forced him to agree to whatever Da Cabbatron had planned.

"I'd like you to meet someone who will help us in our quest, Bubsa..." Da Cabbatron said with anticipation. There behind him stood a shadow of a towering figure, covered in robes, a staff in one hand and a crown sitting on top of his head. Slowly, he came into the light...

To be continued.

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part III

And there he was. Towering over Bubsa, casting a shadow over his body covered in a cold sweat. He had heard the stories, but now he had met the author. Before him was...The Wise Old Man.

"Wise Old Man" cackled Da Cabbatron, "How goes the plan?"

"What...plan?" Bubsa thought to himself, as the vysage of the Old Man imprinted itself into his memory

"The plan is complete master." replied the man, "Soon the green gold will be ours!"

"How can this be!?" a shocked Bubsa thought, as the power of cabbage rushed through his veins as fast as the bolts of lightning which were now crashing down in Draynor Village. A plan to take all of the cabbage? Infeasible, surely, Bubsa thought. But as the mystery of the scheme was unwravelled before him, it all began to make perfect sense. The Wise Old Man, with that stolen crown sitting on top of his own from the infamous robbery of Draynor Bank, knew the logistics of the building inside out. And with this sense came a feeling of power. Power Bubsa had never before experienced, something he could not explain, but felt destined to inherit.

"Sir, my...my hands" he whispered to Da Cabbatron "They tremble with fear"

"No, my son. They tremble with adrenaline, nature's own cabbage, something that will make you succeed in your destiny"

"My destiny?!" said Bubsa, in a bewildered state. Surely, if he was in control of his own destiny, he would have some influence in the events unfolding around him, in the event he would soon undertake in siezing the cabbage from the O.o.C. That's when he knew that his destiny did not lay in his power, the fake power bestowed upon him by the evil prescence of Da Cabbatron, but in the cabbage, the mecurial green gold that offered explanation to his very existance.

"Now, dear Bubsa, here's what you shall do" explained Da Cabbatron. "You will enter the realm 7 and meet the leader Blackbane in the patch. Give him this cabbage and follow him when he deposits it in the bank. While there, study his PIN and make a note of it"

"Yes, sir, I will do" agreed Bubsa.

"But wait, there is one more thing." One more thing? But surely with the bank pin in the hands of the wise old man, the cabbage and all its glory would be theirs. Bubsa listened intently to something that shook him right through his soul...

"Follow Blackbane back to the patch...and eliminate him"

To be continued...

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part IV

Something strange happened that day; it rained. Strange in the sense that it is climatically impossible for it to do so in Gielinor, due to the absence of the sky, but also strange in the way it had pathetic fallacy in what was before Bubsa. As he set off, his red gloves drenched with rain, his red staff dripping water onto his nose, he pondered the battle was about to commence.

What was he doing? Such an instigator and ambassador for free will was what he once was. Now, in the same way the mesmeric Order of Cabbage had allured him into helping the noble cause of cabbage, he had again been succumbed into the desires of an entity. An evil entity. An entity so powerful it seemed to reminate from his own heart. Bubsa felt that Da Cabbatron's power and wishes were such in tandem of his own, he no longer needed to take heed his orders. His destiny had been panned out by the Green Gods and it lay before him. Over the stile, into the patch. There before him stood Blackbane.

"I know why you're here, Bubsa" said the seeming omnipitent Blackbane. his fire red cape flickered around him, concealing slightly his face.

"H-how do you know this?!" a startled Bubsa replied.

"One who falls to the dark side of the patch does not merely become evil. There is no evil without good. There is no green without gold. There is no power without cabbage." Blackbane juggled a cabbage in one hand and pointed at Bubsa, with his staff, with the other. "You can control the cabbage, but you can ne'er escape it."

"I'll show you!"

And Bubsa ran towards Blackbane with all his might. His leather boots trenched through the wet mud. The grimace and pain on his face was enough to shatter the glass orb of which the staff kept its pyromatic power. The shards of wood collided as both men were hurled to the floor. In one graceful movement, Blackbane regained his footing and pushed Bubsa away with the sole of his foot.

Bubsa retaliated with furious anger. He summoned a power from deep within his soul and catapulted it towards Blackbane. It left Bubsa as black as the night the two fought in and engulfed Blackbane. It elevated him into mid-air. He struggled to be released, his amulet smashed under the pressure, victory for Bubsa was, surely, inevitable.

But Blackbane did not yeild. He could not yeild. He showed Bubsa the true force of the cabbage. The glow around him transformed into a glorious green energy and promptly fired back to its summoner. Bubsa was buried into the mud. Battered. Bruised. Beaten.

The merciful Blackbane approached him: "Come. Take my hand." he said.

A struggling Bubsa weakly replied: "H...Help me..."

"I'm trying to. Give me your hand!" But Bubsa was not calling for his forgotten friend. He was calling to the evil force that had brought him this far.

"Help me. Help me! Help me!!"

"Bubsa, my son, what is wrong with you?"

"Help me Cabbatron! Help me in my darkest hour! Pull me from the dirt of defeat and slay this man!"

Bubsa was looking at what he knew to be the vision of Da Cabbatron. It was standing there before him. His eyes glaring down on him, standing still, silently, without disturbing an aura of air around him. Bubsa's transfixed glare was interrupted by the bemused Blackbane;

"Goddamn it, Bubsa, who are you talking to?!"

Bubsa rose to this feet. Da Cabbatron was gone. As was his staff. As was his footprints that led him to the stile. As was the house of the Wise Old Man. As was his cause.

He ran. Without saying a word, he knocked down the gate and ran through the rain. He ran without stopping, physically nor mentally. Thoughts plagued him.

What was he doing? What had he done? Da Cabbatron was nothing more than a creation of his own mind. He had plotted himself to overthrow the O.o.C for his own selfish gain. But why? He could not recall. He could not recollect what had compelled him to do so. He could not remember what attracted him to the cabbage originally. His memory had gone. As had his heart. As had his soul. It had all gone.

And so, Bubsa travels the RuneScape world of Gielinor alone. Some say he's soul searching, some say he's wandering. Wandering without a cause, a hope or a future.

The power of the cabbage compells you.

~FIN~

You forgot to tell everyone that you are Da Cabbatron

Obviously someone is trying to pre-empt the story...and failing ^_^

Please don't try and ruin the whole story again.

Oooo I like it :) good work keep it up ^_^

Great piece of work! keep it up.. I wanna read the rest of the story sometime...

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part II

Bubsa returned to the patch with instructions from the sinister Cabbatron to gain ranking in the hierarchy of the O.o.C. With a nervous brow of sweat across his forehead, he approached the Cabbage Council.

"We thank you for your time, Bubsa, but we will not be giving you the position of Acolyte".

"W-what?!" was the shocked and bemused response from the man, "But I've been with the order for years, how can this be?"

He sensed that something was brewing in the force of the cabbage. After experiencing Da Cabbatron he had underestimated the other part of the force. The omnipitence of Blackbane had startled him, made him wonder if he knew of his meeting with Da Cabbatron. The disturbance in the force was equally disturbing to Bubsa, but Blackbane's denial of his position did not act as a warning as you may have expected, but only to anger and infuriate Bubsa further.

This played into the hands of Da Cabbatron. Soon, he would be able to mould Bubsa, the fallen prodigy of the O.o.C, in his hands to accomplish what dirty deeds he had in store.

"Channel your anger, young Bubsa. The dark side of the force comes from aggression and hatred, accumulating in a force so strong it warrants destruction to all in its path." informed Da Cabbatron. However, a little bit of purity still remained in Bubsa. The apprehension of wanting destruction and chaos he experienced forced him to ask Da Cabbatron: "But what of this destruction? What is their to gain from slaying foes? The cabbage is their to be picked and not fought over, surely?"

The radiance of Da Cabbatron grew stronger as it encapsulated Bubsa in his train of thought: "But that cabbage belongs to me, to us, to those who appreciate its true power. We are the ones who can fulfill its potential, a potential to change Gielinor as we know it. Wouldn't you agree, that if knowledge is power, those with knowledge should be in control of the source?"

Bubsa remained silent, taken aback by what he had been told. So many thoughts rushed through his brain, thoughts of conflict of the cabbage, between people and their souls, conscience, the strength of the cabbage, the strength within himself. His confused subconscious forced him to agree to whatever Da Cabbatron had planned.

"I'd like you to meet someone who will help us in our quest, Bubsa..." Da Cabbatron said with anticipation. There behind him stood a shadow of a towering figure, covered in robes, a staff in one hand and a crown sitting on top of his head. Slowly, he came into the light...

To be continued.

Kaa baaaa geee!

Thats awsome =)

I really enjoyed reading it hehehe

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part III

And there he was. Towering over Bubsa, casting a shadow over his body covered in a cold sweat. He had heard the stories, but now he had met the author. Before him was...The Wise Old Man.

"Wise Old Man" cackled Da Cabbatron, "How goes the plan?"

"What...plan?" Bubsa thought to himself, as the vysage of the Old Man imprinted itself into his memory

"The plan is complete master." replied the man, "Soon the green gold will be ours!"

"How can this be!?" a shocked Bubsa thought, as the power of cabbage rushed through his veins as fast as the bolts of lightning which were now crashing down in Draynor Village. A plan to take all of the cabbage? Infeasible, surely, Bubsa thought. But as the mystery of the scheme was unwravelled before him, it all began to make perfect sense. The Wise Old Man, with that stolen crown sitting on top of his own from the infamous robbery of Draynor Bank, knew the logistics of the building inside out. And with this sense came a feeling of power. Power Bubsa had never before experienced, something he could not explain, but felt destined to inherit.

"Sir, my...my hands" he whispered to Da Cabbatron "They tremble with fear"

"No, my son. They tremble with adrenaline, nature's own cabbage, something that will make you succeed in your destiny"

"My destiny?!" said Bubsa, in a bewildered state. Surely, if he was in control of his own destiny, he would have some influence in the events unfolding around him, in the event he would soon undertake in siezing the cabbage from the O.o.C. That's when he knew that his destiny did not lay in his power, the fake power bestowed upon him by the evil prescence of Da Cabbatron, but in the cabbage, the mecurial green gold that offered explanation to his very existance.

"Now, dear Bubsa, here's what you shall do" explained Da Cabbatron. "You will enter the realm 7 and meet the leader Blackbane in the patch. Give him this cabbage and follow him when he deposits it in the bank. While there, study his PIN and make a note of it"

"Yes, sir, I will do" agreed Bubsa.

"But wait, there is one more thing." One more thing? But surely with the bank pin in the hands of the wise old man, the cabbage and all its glory would be theirs. Bubsa listened intently to something that shook him right through his soul...

"Follow Blackbane back to the patch...and eliminate him"

To be continued...

This is twisted...

Sort of like punting a kitty over a fence...

But I mean all of that in the best way possible! 8-)

MORE!!!! I'm loving it :D

The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part IV

Something strange happened that day; it rained. Strange in the sense that it is climatically impossible for it to do so in Gielinor, due to the absence of the sky, but also strange in the way it had pathetic fallacy in what was before Bubsa. As he set off, his red gloves drenched with rain, his red staff dripping water onto his nose, he pondered the battle was about to commence.

What was he doing? Such an instigator and ambassador for free will was what he once was. Now, in the same way the mesmeric Order of Cabbage had allured him into helping the noble cause of cabbage, he had again been succumbed into the desires of an entity. An evil entity. An entity so powerful it seemed to reminate from his own heart. Bubsa felt that Da Cabbatron's power and wishes were such in tandem of his own, he no longer needed to take heed his orders. His destiny had been panned out by the Green Gods and it lay before him. Over the stile, into the patch. There before him stood Blackbane.

"I know why you're here, Bubsa" said the seeming omnipitent Blackbane. his fire red cape flickered around him, concealing slightly his face.

"H-how do you know this?!" a startled Bubsa replied.

"One who falls to the dark side of the patch does not merely become evil. There is no evil without good. There is no green without gold. There is no power without cabbage." Blackbane juggled a cabbage in one hand and pointed at Bubsa, with his staff, with the other. "You can control the cabbage, but you can ne'er escape it."

"I'll show you!"

And Bubsa ran towards Blackbane with all his might. His leather boots trenched through the wet mud. The grimace and pain on his face was enough to shatter the glass orb of which the staff kept its pyromatic power. The shards of wood collided as both men were hurled to the floor. In one graceful movement, Blackbane regained his footing and pushed Bubsa away with the sole of his foot.

Bubsa retaliated with furious anger. He summoned a power from deep within his soul and catapulted it towards Blackbane. It left Bubsa as black as the night the two fought in and engulfed Blackbane. It elevated him into mid-air. He struggled to be released, his amulet smashed under the pressure, victory for Bubsa was, surely, inevitable.

But Blackbane did not yeild. He could not yeild. He showed Bubsa the true force of the cabbage. The glow around him transformed into a glorious green energy and promptly fired back to its summoner. Bubsa was buried into the mud. Battered. Bruised. Beaten.

The merciful Blackbane approached him: "Come. Take my hand." he said.

A struggling Bubsa weakly replied: "H...Help me..."

"I'm trying to. Give me your hand!" But Bubsa was not calling for his forgotten friend. He was calling to the evil force that had brought him this far.

"Help me. Help me! Help me!!"

"Bubsa, my son, what is wrong with you?"

"Help me Cabbatron! Help me in my darkest hour! Pull me from the dirt of defeat and slay this man!"

Bubsa was looking at what he knew to be the vision of Da Cabbatron. It was standing there before him. His eyes glaring down on him, standing still, silently, without disturbing an aura of air around him. Bubsa's transfixed glare was interrupted by the bemused Blackbane;

"Goddamn it, Bubsa, who are you talking to?!"

Bubsa rose to this feet. Da Cabbatron was gone. As was his staff. As was his footprints that led him to the stile. As was the house of the Wise Old Man. As was his cause.

He ran. Without saying a word, he knocked down the gate and ran through the rain. He ran without stopping, physically nor mentally. Thoughts plagued him.

What was he doing? What had he done? Da Cabbatron was nothing more than a creation of his own mind. He had plotted himself to overthrow the O.o.C for his own selfish gain. But why? He could not recall. He could not recollect what had compelled him to do so. He could not remember what attracted him to the cabbage originally. His memory had gone. As had his heart. As had his soul. It had all gone.

And so, Bubsa travels the RuneScape world of Gielinor alone. Some say he's soul searching, some say he's wandering. Wandering without a cause, a hope or a future.

The power of the cabbage compells you.

~FIN~

Nice ending, bubsa ye rock =p