A Tale from the Library (The Author is IN the House)

Hello, I am going to try to make a story about this very Library.

As the intrepid adventurers hunt through the many dangrous landscapes that have been created for them, and the creatures try to avoid them. Daily life in on the scape goes on, for the many other people.

Archimage A is one of those people, walking down Varrock high street, it is nice to see the old Library. Entering it there are many different people there. Each with a tale to tell, as Archimage looks about the room many people stand out from the crowd.

Zonorhc, such a strange name that is. Surely there is a tale behind how he came to be know that. But at least for the time being he is in his corner, one of the many alcoves that the library has. The many books that are strewn around him, some tearing at the spine, most with a half story in each. In days of old a rare sight to treat the books in such a way. Now though... Dressed in a black suit no less, the white shirt makes him look as if he has walked out of a ball, slinging his coat on the back of the chair as he sat down. Ideas can come at any time, I guess.

Eyes moving round again Archimage notices that Necromagus isn't there yet. It seems strange for him to be absent, though when he does arrive surely he will come with a scroll and a tale.

A metallic 'tink' comes from the direction of the front desk. More than likely to be Forsaken Mage. She can always surprise you in the same way a sleeping cat surprises a mouse. Silent but always ready to pounce on a good book. Though at the moment she is under her desk, no doubt looking for the spoon she dropped a moment ago, she is normally sitting on her chair, the many different and important jobs she does. It is not uncommon to see her just dashing out to buy a new chair or more writing material.

The sound of laughter, again Archimage's attention turns to another author. That Issy, a quite person when writing but the rest of the time she is a loose cannon, either picking up on a conversation or just reading a humorous book, there are plenty about. Only coming in during the afternoons and mornings it is good to catch her. Then again in these cooler months there are more people than normal in here. All just to say warm, but sometimes they are here to let imagination run wild. Wearing only a shirt and trousers Issy looks very cool in the corner, yet another alcove in use.

Her eyes then wandered towards the welcoming flames as they danced in the fireplace almost entralling him towards them, Merry sat in her usual spot on the comfortable yet worn sofa there by the fireplace, the smell of old books mingling with the crackling of fire, the ying and yang of a library. The light resonating from the flames danced upon her long brunnett hair, almost obscuring her face. Hazel eyes glimmered in the warm light. Barely noticing what went on around her she was engrossed in her favorite book, savoring it as if it was the first time she had ever read it.

Then to the left, a tearing of a page, followed by a muffled curse. Typhoontoby looks about for a moment, wondering if anyone saw him. Only Archimage did apparent as there is no movement outside of the ruffling of pages. Hidden away in a black tunic, he almost seems to be sitting in an empty chair, book floating at head hight. The book of course is the 'Definative guide to Defenders' as published by Tip It. Maybe research for his story, or maybe he is planning to do some adventuring? Who knows? Could ask...But no, I need to get on.

There sitting quietly is a dark corner, dragoncmd looks up from his book to see Archimage. Excited to see the her for the first time in a month dragon yells, "HEY ARCHI OVER HERE!" Oops... That was a tad bit loud for the libary wasn't it, he stupidly thinks afterwards. Forsaken Mage is fortunally out the room so didn't hear. Now he is really blushing, strange for him, but the attention from the whole library is a bit much. Archimage has vanished for a moment, the Aqua glyphs aready faded onto the bookcase behind. Dragoncmd buries his head back in the book and slowly the room returns to its normal, busling self. Just at the moment Archimage decided to return, the flurry of Aqua masked by a colorful poster, something about Expedia or something.

Following the poster, for they do moving from person to person, only to be waved away, Archimage nearly walks into Gattree. Dressed in full black, red trim with a red shirt underneath. His staff stuck towards the heavens, like a challange to the gods...Inaudiable mutterings, the odd word 'Saradomin' and 'treat me like'. Archimage rasies her eyebrows at this...as if to say 'what on earth?'. Gattree finally sits down, another book opened, then flung aside. Clearly not in the best of moods, Archimage decides to leave him to it. Only then noticing how deep within the library she actually is. It will be a long way back...

Archimage begins the long...incredibly long walk back...when there is suddenly a scribbling...then a scrunching...then a sound that would have killed Forsakenmage if she ever heard it...THE RIPPING OF PAPER... for this there could only be one person, Dangelo. Archimage is, herself, torn between hunting for the phantom paper shredder, or carrying on the search for the library members that she seems to have got herself into...But alas it is too late. He has seen her. Sitting there, in what seems like an alchove built into the bookcase, dressed in what appears to be a cloak of flames, as though someone had painstaking sowed fireseed into each and ever seem. Seeming awfully mean to just walk away she moves towards him. They sit and share a scone...which has appeared out of nowhere... Though finally deciding to carry on, after all she has alot of paper on her, and some of it contains her stories...

Full from the scone, again rather strange, Archimage felt that it was only right to continue the noble quest to return to the entrance. However as with many quests it is neither quick, nor is it simple. There must be many other people on the way...but nothing prepared her for this... There he was. There was not a way that anyone in the world could ever be... Powerent. Dressed in a full blacksweatsuit, and a paper santa's hat...He was a fine example of the male species...which was odd because this was a libaray and you would normally expect that to be said on a sports field or something...He was there hiding amongst the bookshelves, trying to find some of his own work...and failing...Only the terrible stuff was stored back here...then why was Dango here...Doesn't really matter...Archimage could not stand not saying "Hi" at least.

Even the book he was reading "*Aura Wars*" was a statement of how incredibly great this person was...But it was beside the point, and after a very deep conversation, Archimage was forced to leave the one support of her's in the whole library...But back to the quest...Down the Western Arm, across the Referance section, over the bridge of unquenched knowladge...which was odd because water ruins books...Then finally back to the front desk...Where upon Archimage noticed that she had dropped something and so back...into the bowels of the Library...and who knew who she might run into...

Then a strange sight to most places, but common in a library, a reviewer. In a smithy per say comment on how a sword is not entirely perfect is more likely to get a smack in the mouth, than a pat on the back. But this was a library after all. So there was Sephiroth King. Dressed like a noble and yet, came from a humble background. Fighting first for Faldorian guard and then for the Wildernesse Guide Assocation, which folded when most of its staff we killed in a Sword Related Accident. Escaping as the sole surviour after 'resolving' the accident. Sat there, well perched more so to speak on a chair that contained three quaters Manuscripts and one quater Sephiroth, but he was there all the same wearing royal purple armor with a gold trim. It had been given to him by a Gentleman who had mis-took the Surname 'King' as a referance to him being a foriegn King, on a Diplomatic mission of some discription. It wasn't heavierly worn but showed the signs of battle, but most of the traces on the plate was obliterated by a gold trim caduceus. Again not following tradition the Quill was not the only weapon used by Sephiroth, a golden claymore hung still by his side. A muttering between both Archimage and Sephiroth was all that he could spare though, Sephiroth did a tireless job and 'Renovating' the library so that every scroll was perfectly reviewed, for some dark and sinister purpose. Or perhaps just to fill the void left by the Sword Related Accident.

Working tirelessly was not, as some have said, in Archimage's greater understanding. Beyond a bit of work here and there, it was pretty clear that Archimage was not here to work, as she had done in the past, on Epic stories. More to talk to people, find out their needs and wants, and to be there when they needed her. llamster was one of those people that could drift though life without so much help, as a push in the right direction to get them started. Wearing plain clothes, that is a blue and yellow top, worn and washed so the lines faded together alittle, and a pair of old trousers, they were green of course, with a yellow beret that perched on a haircut not dis-similar to that of a military man that had let grooming go amiss. Not in a bad way though, it was short and wild. Going down from the neck, where the hair was almost invisble there was a bright red cape given to him as a present from his sister on the day before he left home for good. Around him where not just one page, or two. But it appeared an entire book, that had been written but each page still seperate. To look closer Archimage could see that in fact the pages has one or two paragraphs, then a doodle, but invariblely discarded from a distraction that passed his way every half an hour. Consquently when ForsakenMage took a day off alot more was done. However she was thier and he, dispite his appearance was not. So it came as a tad of a shock when Archimage keen to see what he was writting sat down opposite him. His ears turned crimson and he muttered something about a remake of the well know play 'Dance of Sugar Plum Fairy' and need inspiration. Another closer look could see that he was writing something about a princess in a high keep. llamster was clear avoiding writing anything while Archimage remained ever vigilant of his slighest movement, as they talked about the latest game of Frungy. But time was a cruel master and Archimage was forced to leave before anything could happen to find out who was the 'inspiration' for this latest peice. With perhaps to much emphasis than she meant she tried to wiggle he hips a little...Fortunantly llamster wasn't paying attention and this act passed without anyone seeing her.

We meet again. Across the now sparsely packed bookshelves, its peak hours...all the dragons are taken and no one wants to go outside before a new quest is released, its funny how everyone knows...but across the sparsely packed bookshelves, there Archimage's Moral Enemy...Xweeler. A strange mix of Crazy and Christian has resulted in Crazainity. Archimage speeds up slightly but soon feels the pain of a book fly into her shoulder. Thats done it now. There is a splintering of wood as the Dragon Halberd sweeps though the bookcase and so beings the game of cat and mouse. Except in this game the mouse throws books at the cat and the cat is forced to destroy bookcase after bookcase to reach the final goal. Finally corner, backed on to the Runescapian Communist Section, having vowed never to enter, Xweeler is forced to submit. Archimage mutters a few words to a passing Moderation Creation and their trail of destruction is cleaned up, which was quite lucky because Forsaken had been hot on their trail. Archimage then helps Xweeler up and with a few words of encouragement 'You'll do it next time, you are getting better' they laugh off the chase and settle down in a private booth and after a long stiff drink part their ways. Both aware of a special...some what psychotic...bond between them, that fills them with a warm fuzzy feeling on the inside, and a sharp cold feeling on the outside. As Archimage leaves she grabs the latest chapter of Fullmetal wars, and reads furiously...

A quick enchantment later and the story is sore back towards Xweeler. There is an 'OW!' somewhere in that general area that Xweeler was.

"Sorry..."

Archimage begins looking for another story, another book another something. Then all of a sudden, a desk. Not up against the wall or in an alcove, but just right there in the middle of the bookcases, completly blocking the way. Behind the desk is the Infamous Hiitchhiiker. Dressed in a full white robe and cloak, his quite a sight. The hood of the suit obsucres the face but she is in no doubt that it is a hansome one...But she pushes the thought aside."Oh err sorry..." He quickly presses some secret button or something, because the table snaps away into something no bigger than a matchbook. "You never know when inspiration will hit you, just thinking about...well that would be telling wouldn't it..." a momentary silence falls on the two as they look into each others eyes...Its only then that Archimage remembered that one of the books had caught her in the eye. "Its nothing...I am fine" With that Hiitchiiker says a short spell and the black eye is hidden from view. "Thanks." They quickly catch up on current events, the Frungy league and a hot tip on the races tommrow. But then it is time to be moving on. Archimage quickly bids fairwell to her friend, and sets off down a twisting and turning avenue of books that have't been touched in a decade at least, not because they are not interesting, but because they are yet to be written.....

Hmmm where to sit, where to sit...

If you want to be mentioned it is very simple, just fill in this, nothing else just fill this in.

I need to know where you would be if you were in a library set in the time of runescape. Also what you would be wearing and what you were doing in there?

Chatting to authors about their books

Chatting to readers about your books

Shouting at newbies

Looking at the bookcases for a scroll you liked

Scribbling in the corner

Ripping old ideas apart

Taking care to spell check scrolls

Researching a quote or idea

Or anything else you can think off, get back to me ASAP

Very good, I like the way you include all the authors and what they are doing, very descriptive 10/10. :D

P.S: Can I be in it? I tend to be wearing a black tunic. What am I doing? I could be researching for my story: 'A day in the life of a rune defender'. I could also be complimenting you, see top of this post :) Oh yeah, call me Typhoontoby, thats my RS name and I don't kno why I chose PURESMITHER for these forums.

Ok then, you are now in it.

This has made my day, I'm not sure whether I'm hyper on lemonade or this is natural, but I've just been laughing out loud at some of these. As I said before, 10/10. Keep those entries coming people, I want more! :D =D>

:oops: Double post

Ooops, serious lag, triple post.

*Sitting quietly is a dark corner, dragoncmd looks up from his book to see archimage_A walking in. excited to see the guy for the first time in a month dragon yells, "HEY ARCHI OVER HERE!" Oops... That was a tad bit loud for the libary wasn't it.

Thats pretty cool. I finally got around to reading it! lol. :P

Another person added.

I think you should have like some random person enter the library on accident. like...

"A gust of wind blows in as the giant oak door creaks open, "oops wrong building" the barely visible person mutters to himself, and minutes later he dissapears leaving a mess of windblown papers all over the place for some other kind patron to put to rights."

or however else you want to write it...lol

Also, just so you know-I don't sit on bean bags to read...I don't think their very comfortable,also since its supposedly cold weather, I would be sitting in front of a fire if there was one. I love reading in front of fires.

you can do whatever you want since it is your story, but I was bored so I went ahead and wrote a part...

"His eyes then wandered towards the welcoming flames as they danced in the fireplace almost entralling him towards them, Merry sat in her usual spot on the comfortable yet worn couch there by the fireplace. the light resonating from the flames danced upon her long brunnett hair,almost obscuring her face. her hazel eyes glimmered in the warm light. Barely noticing what went on around her she was engrossed in her favorite book, savoring it as if it was the first time she had ever read it."

I think you should have like some random person enter the library on accident. like...

"A gust of wind blows in as the giant oak door creaks open, "oops wrong building" the barely visible person mutters to himself, and minutes later he dissapears leaving a mess of windblown papers all over the place for some other kind patron to put to rights."

or however else you want to write it...lol

Also, just so you know-I don't sit on bean bags to read...I don't think their very comfortable,also since its supposedly cold weather, I would be sitting in front of a fire if there was one. I love reading in front of fires.

you can do whatever you want since it is your story, but I was bored so I went ahead and wrote a part...

"His eyes then wandered towards the welcoming flames as they danced in the fireplace almost entralling him towards them, Merry sat in her usual spot on the comfortable yet worn couch there by the fireplace. the light resonating from the flames danced upon her long brunnett hair,almost obscuring her face. her hazel eyes glimmered in the warm light. Barely noticing what went on around her she was engrossed in her favorite book, savoring it as if it was the first time she had ever read it."

I am not sure about the random person, maybe once I have worked my way back to the front, however I have edited your person. Since this is your character it seems only fair that you get the final say.

If anyone else has any similar suggestions about their own character they are welcome to submit them. Also any ideas of a random linking event are welcomed. However this is just a...a sort of group story, through the eyes of a single person. So please no sudden demons approaching, or any other sort of plot twists.

Why is everyone dressed in black?

That is something that only the true characters can answer... then again only 3 people are in black for sure, I can only go on what people tell me.

I generally like black because I like the night and I like camoflauged clothing. In the night, the only decent camoflauge is black.

Anyways, this is going really well, and I hope you get more entries soon. :)

I generally like black because I like the night and I like camoflauged clothing. In the night, the only decent camoflauge is black.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyways, this is going really well, and I hope you get more entries soon. :)

Actually, dark blues, grays and greens are a lot better as night camouflage than black - which is only really good in pitch darkness where no matter what you wear, nobody will see you anyway.

As for me, black is clean and stylish.

Hey, I really liked the change. btw, you wrote "HER eyes then wandered towards the welcoming flames as they danced in the fireplace almost entralling HIM towards them" I wrote that part as YOUR character. Isn't it a HE? lol

 

 

 

The sound of laughter, again Archimage's attention turns to another author. That Issy, a quite person when writing but the rest of the time she is a loose cannon, either picking up on a conversation or just reading a humorous book, there are plenty about. Only coming in during the afternoons and mornings it is good to catch her. Then again in these cooler months there are more people than normal in here. All just to say warm, but sometimes they are here to let imagination run wild. Wearing only a shirt and trousers Issy looks very cool in the corner, yet another alcove in use.

 

 

 

Aaah... so THAT's what the vote thingy was for. =D> Thanks for putting me in it.

I like it, but it doesn't flow that well. Otherwise, nice description, linking bits together, various authors and what they might be doing. Keep working on it. =D> :wink:

Sorry for reviving this WITHOUT updating but there are alot of new people(and alot of the old people have left...*Suddenly feels very old*), and it says not to create new topics while the old still exist...

As I said from the very beginning you can change any part of your character, or even not appear in the story...its ENTIRELY up to you.

I wanna be in the story, hiding among the bookshelves, trying to find some of my own work, and seeing who else is next to it. I'd be wearing a santa hat (I don't own one in RuneScape, but oh well), a black sweatshirt, and sweatpants. My face is pale and my cheeks red from the cold. I'd sit down into one of the many chairs to start one of Archimage's books, and he would notice and say hello. Something like that, it doesn't have to be exactly like what I wrote. And don't change the verb tense in each sentence, I'm just lazy.

Oh can I be in it?

I would more than likely be in a corner cursing, scribbling away and tear stories up etc as I do in real life.

I find it hard to write something I like.

I wear what you wish me to wear :oops:

Mwhahah its updated. Powerent sorry if I offend you...

To a somewhat less extent(because of what I wrote) sorry if I offend anyone else.

Don't worry: you offended me horribly. Why does the newbie get picked on? :cry: sorry, I'm gonna get more manuscripts into here when I'm not so lazy. I just wish people were nicer, cause then I wouldn't have to kill them... :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: The killing part is all a lie, I'm just weird. And awesome.

Edit: I'm not a "fine example of the male species," but rather just an example of the male species. Call me a geek, I don't care. I'm following in my dad's footsteps, "picked last for P.E. class, but first for the geography bees."

He was a fine example of the male species

Hmmmm unless you were actually a woman...I can't see how you are being picked on...Besides you are not exaclty lazy...You don't need to be rushing out 20 new stories a week...I barely manage a few a year...

Besides there are two phrases that are important here:

There is no such thing as weird...if there were then weird people would stick together and call everyone else wierd...

AND

Unique: Just because you are Unique, does not mean you are useful...

Fact is that the wierd..deranged..and sometimes annoying...are very often the people will the amazing talent, they just hate using it...

I wanna join! Hehe.

Okay, I'd be wearing royal purple armor with a gold trim, and on the breast plate a gold trim caduceus. If we are allowed weapons, I have a golden claymore by my side at all times.

What I'd be doing is sitting in a pretty easy to spot part of the library, where I would speak to people about their stories, my stories, and writing reviews on those stories. :P You were right, that app was easy to fill out.