SilveryWolfy
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Ok idk if this was mentioned but im curious. I have just finished the world Wakes quest. It says on how Guthrix became a god and such by finding an elder wep and killing a god in his sleep. So if this is true and all things follow logic as it is put would that make Sliske a god? or is there more not mentioned that affects it? Since Sliske found a elder wep and kill guthrix with it.
Even though Sliske killed Guthix, he is not a god. If you want more info on why I'll tell you later.
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From what I know the user would need an object that will act as a siphon. Guthix stabbed another god and the energy transferred from the god to Guthix through the sword. Zamorak stabbed Zaros and his energy flowed through the staff into Zamorak.
Sliske, however, just shot him. There would be no way for Guthix's energy to transfer to Sliske.
A C P L
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SilveryWolfy
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ok sure.
Am back.
From what I know the user would need an object that will act as a siphon. Guthix stabbed another god and the energy transferred from the god to Guthix through the sword. Zamorak stabbed Zaros and his energy flowed through the staff into Zamorak.
Sliske, however, just shot him. There would be no way for Guthix's energy to transfer to Sliske.
ALSO, Sliske tells the player he is not a god.
And the mods said Sliske was telling the truth I believe
Zamorakian Lorehound, Flame of Chaos member, Bilrach enthusiast
From what I know the user would need an object that will act as a siphon. Guthix stabbed another god and the energy transferred from the god to Guthix through the sword. Zamorak stabbed Zaros and his energy flowed through the staff into Zamorak.
Sliske, however, just shot him. There would be no way for Guthix's energy to transfer to Sliske.
ALSO, Sliske tells the player he is not a god.
And the mods said Sliske was telling the truth I believe
Ok i was talking to a couple of friends that it might be that Guthrix gave me his "god" powers before he died.
Hmm penguins not a threat at the moment until they choose a god or something ridiculous happens for an example transplant a human brain in to a penguin...... wow that's a scary thought!!!
Little Bow99
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Hmm penguins not a threat at the moment until they choose a god or something ridiculous happens for an example transplant a human brain in to a penguin...... wow that's a scary thought!!!
Is there any lore on the Wand of Resurrection??
The Wand of resurrection was created from the horn of Fern's sistser, Elora the Lifegiver. It had the power to bring people back to life and Elora kept resurrecting her fellow centaurs as they fell in battle, fighting for Saradomin. These centaur horns with special healing powers, only appear on the most virtuous of their race and every time Elroa used her horn, she faded a little as it took a little something out of her.
Eventually this fading killed her, leaving no one to resurrect the falling centaurs. As the slaughter continued and things looked dire for centaurs as a race. Reletives of the fallen came to Fern begging for help. Fern, in an act of desperation, cut the horn from Elorsa's corpse, creating the the Wand of Resurrection!
There was something wrong with it though....It didn't act like it did before. As Fern tried to raise her fallen comrades, what came back was corrupted undead.
The next posts contain Fern's own account
The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
Fern: In life, I was known as Fern. My mate, Bree, and I came here long ago from the Enchanted Valley. We fought for Saradomin in his great war. Thanks to me, the centaurs are nearly extinct. Now, I am the guardian of the Wand of Resurrection.
Elora the Lifegiver was my elder sister. She was loving, honest and courageous.
Elora embodied virtue. Since the day of her birth, she thought only of others.
During her long life, Elora grew a horn in the centre of her forehead...not unlike that of a unicorn. Among my people, the most virtuous are granted a horn with healing powers. This is rare gift. My sister was very special.
Saradomin came to the Enchanted Valley, and recruited the centaurs to fight for him.
We were enamoured. Most of the centaurs left our home, and followed Saradomin.
Bree and I were his generals. We led the centaurs into battle. The war against the gods raged on, for weeks, then months, then year after year.
The centaur herds were decimated.
We should have returned to the Enchanted Valley. Bree cautioned me to abandon Saradomin's cause, before any more centaurs died in his name. I was determined to keep fighting, and because he loved me, Bree acquiesced. I was stubborn.
I was foolish.
I convinced Elora to come with me to Gielinor, and aid us in the God Wars. I urged to use her power to resurrect our people. I assured her that if she did not, the centaurs would be extinct. I was determined that, if only we continued to fight, we would soon turn the tide of the war. I brought the dead and the dying to Elora. With great sadness in her eyes, she brought them back to life. I sent my people back to the battlefield, to die again in vain.
Each time I returned to Elora, she appeared more fatigued. Her breathing was laboured, her movements stiff. I tried not to notice. I asked for her aid, and not once did she refuse me. Elora died exhausted, withered and worn.
The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716
She poured out the last of her life to save others. I wanted to mourn her. I was overwhelmed with guilt. But I thought only of the war... What became of the centaurs who fought for Saradomin? My people looked to me, begging me to revive their loved ones. In desperation, I cut the horn from my dead sister's forehead. I used it to raise my people.
I was not virtuous like my sister. I did not deserve to wield that great power. The centaurs I raised were soulless undead, corrupt and wicked. They thirsted for destruction. The corrupted set upon the living herds. The undead centaurs turned against their families, and cut them down. I could not control them. The centaur armies were destroyed by my folly.
The corrupted saved me for last. I died at the hands of my creations, and I welcomed death. So deep was my sorrow and regret, my immortal spirit was tethered to my sister's horn. I cannot leave this worlduntil the Wand of Resurrection finds a worthy successor.
It has been a long and lonely vigil.
The Wand of Resurrection is the horn of my sister, Elora the Lifegiver. It grants life to the dead, and can protect its wielder from harm. Only the virtuous can safely wield its true power. Anything less corrupts and changes the magic of the wand.
I am no mere ghost. My spirit is bound to the wand. I am its guardian. It is my duty to judge those who seek to claim it. To this end, I must confront those who enter, and destroy the unworthy.
I must ensure you have the strength, intellect, and purity of heart to bear my burden.
Then I shall guide you. I will not know the sweet peace of annihilation until I have atoned for the loss of my people. I am responsible for the destruction of my people. It is my grief for their loss that blinds me to the world of the living. Besides, my soul is bound to Elora's wand. I cannot stray far from my fetter.
It will be a long and dangerous journey. You may not survive.
The purpose of adventure is to shine light into dark places,
Poke monsters with a sharp stick, Then steal anything that isn't nailed down!
To the Manor Born QFC 185-186-367-65788716