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Solanumtinkr

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Cybernet377 said :
Solanumtinkr said :
I posted this in jest in a thread called Plot Twist...

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Plot twist:

Armadyl is about to strike the killing blow when Kara-Meir leaps in a skewers Bandos with the Godsword.

Kara-Meir : It's because of people like you my father died! *stab*
Bandos: No, I am your father.
Kara-Meir : *shocked* No. No! That's not true! That's impossible!
Bandos: Search your feelings; you know it to be true!
Kara-Meir : NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Just thought I'd share

Sorry about breaking the flow of your posts

Bandos would be an awesome dad.

"What's that, you told the other kids that your dad could beat up their dad? Of course I can! "

"You got into a fight with some of the other kids? They better be dead, or you're grounded."

"Your boyfiend/girlfriend can't even kill a greater demon with his/her bare hands? Obviously I won't let you two date each other."
Hahahahaha, yeah. I can see that. Kara and Bandos were made for each other

Here's the questions, did you recognise the paraphrased quote's origin? 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

29-Dec-2013 18:24:26

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2008

Cybernet377

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Solanumtinkr said :
Cybernet377 said :
Solanumtinkr said :
I posted this in jest in a thread called Plot Twist...

Original message details are unavailable.

Plot twist:

Armadyl is about to strike the killing blow when Kara-Meir leaps in a skewers Bandos with the Godsword.

Kara-Meir : It's because of people like you my father died! *stab*
Bandos: No, I am your father.
Kara-Meir : *shocked* No. No! That's not true! That's impossible!
Bandos: Search your feelings; you know it to be true!
Kara-Meir : NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Just thought I'd share

Sorry about breaking the flow of your posts

Bandos would be an awesome dad.

"What's that, you told the other kids that your dad could beat up their dad? Of course I can! "

"You got into a fight with some of the other kids? They better be dead, or you're grounded."

"Your boyfiend/girlfriend can't even kill a greater demon with his/her bare hands? Obviously I won't let you two date each other."
Hahahahaha, yeah. I can see that. Kara and Bandos were made for each other

Here's the questions, did you recognise the paraphrased quote's origin?

Of course. It's one of the most iconic (and oft misquoted) one of all time.

29-Dec-2013 18:28:14

Luseda

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The one who Ruined Everything
A brilliant flash of light flew towards a hapless dummy, followed by another in quick succession. The spellcaster whirled around the grounds, aiming at strewn targets. Here he missed, there he hit; but it was to little avail. He knew in his heart he couldn't hope to match the likes of Zamorak. He would train for hours, refining his technique, his whole heart in it, to no avail.

In his exclusion of the rest of the world, he missed a person behind him. Perhaps the what he considered to be a Mahjarrat more pathetic than he was.
"Azzanadra?" He called, finally noticing the presence.
"Exactly,'' was the reply.
"Well, what do you want? To bask in my glory?" Jhallan asked, slightly indignant about the interruption of his training.
"Bask in your glory?" Azzanadra scoffed, "You'll need to improve before I consider that. For one thing, your form is all wrong..."
"Says the Mahjarrat who spends all day in the temple, not even fighting for the fun of it..." Jhallan retorted. Couldn't he just go away?
"Say what you will," Azzanadra defended himself, "but it's a good job. You might even do better as a-"
"Priest?" Jhallan cut him off, "No thanks. Leave me to my training session, so I can make something of my life."
Knowing he had lost, Azzanadra retreated.
"Good riddance," thought Jhallan.

29-Dec-2013 20:18:59

Luseda

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Azzanadra had everything Jhallan didn't: power, strong friendships and the favor and trust of Zaros. Yet, he never used it. He rejected the idea of being a warrior entirely, in favor of a job in some temple in Senntisten. It didn't make any sense to somebody who'd dreamed of being a proper warrior for most of his fairly miserable life. The deck was never stacked in a weak Mahjarrat's favor, and Jhallan was more the rule than the exception. It was one thing for a person who had nothing to do nothing. It was quite another for somebody with so much going for him to do the same. The fact didn't make them enemies. Jhallan couldn't afford enemies. In retrospect, however, he could be quite rude to Azzanadra, and heavily unsympathetic. It was a pattern that would stay, long after these events concluded and became meaningless, with Zaros' apparent demise, and the start of the brutal God Wars.

All offers of trying a non-military position ended then. Azzanadra himself fought to keep the empire together, and the furious, unforgiving hordes of their enemies away from its citizens. He and Jhallan fought together then. All the while, he tried, almost beyond hope, to recontact Zaros. It was a joyous occasion when, beyond all hope and probability, his plans worked. Or, it might have been a joyous day. But every action has consequences. A target lay over Azzanadra's head, flashing as brilliantly as the bursts of the beacons. It was then cemented in the minds of their mutual enemies: he had to go.

29-Dec-2013 20:20:32

Luseda

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Jhallan never found out what happened to him, beyond the fact that he had been trapped inside Jaldroacht pyramid. He'd never felt close to him, not even enough to call him a friend, but he couldn't stomach the tales of mutilation and torture that seemed to surface daily. Every half-baked storyteller had some new horror to add to the story. It led him to sit for a while in the temple, to remember the Mahjarrat who'd had his back in so many battles, to mourn for the empire that was not yet lost. He knew that a day full of the fire and bloodshed of unbridled hatred would be upon them. The impossible burden to stop it fell mostly on Wahisietel, whom Zaros would not even contact. It seemed a blanket of the thickest despair had fallen on the city that had stood for 3500 years of the harshest war yet known.

Jhallan grew sick of war. He could barely picture his former self, lusting after battles. It was on Senntisten's final day, saying his goodbyes to its most important temple, that he finally understood. He understood everything Azzanadra said about war and battle. When he saw the fury in Zamorak's eyes as he approached the empty, doomed city, he knew his place was among his remaining Zarosian allies, not with the Zamorakians or the Kharshai sympathizers

29-Dec-2013 20:21:35

Luseda

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The empire did not survive, but its Mahjarrat did. It was a greater burden on Wahisietel than anyone could ever know. His friends, excluding Jhallan and Sliske, were gone, including his closest one. He would have died for him, given the chance. But when he got the chance to protect that friend's legacy, he only left one of his own: a legacy of ruin, death, eradication, and above all, total failure. Wahisietel retreated further and further, away from the survivors, away from his fellow Mahjarrat. He took his grief to the desert, and there he stayed for thousands of years. He snubbed his friends at rituals, pretending not to be Zarosian.

At these rituals, Jhallan learned what a fickle friend Sliske, his very last one, could be. He found himself pushed further and further from the ritual site, growing weaker and weaker. The dearth of energy became painful and unbearable. Jhallan knew he couldn't go on like that. He began to see a target over his own head. If he attended the upcoming ritual, he would die. Avoid the ritual, and his death would be just as certain, but slower. He was not ready to die. Not yet. He had to try something...

But that something posed a good chance of killing Wahisietel. Was Wahisietel worth it? Was he even Zarosian any more? Jhallan wasn't that selfless or certain. He'd never been. And what if Azzanadra was freed, only to die at the ritual due to his absence? Could he risk losing everything like that, an unlikelihood though his return at that very time was? Jhallan, with a heavy heart, concluded it was. He put himself into am uneasy sleep, plagued by nightmares about being the Muspah, devouring his friends and being punished for cowardice. His countenance even began to mirror it, as it did when he was discovered.

29-Dec-2013 20:23:46

Luseda

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None of this was to any avail. As Lucien pulled him up from the ground and he saw Azzanadra's face, staring back at him in a state of utter disbelief, he thought to himself one thing,
"I haven't ruined everything, now have I?"
And before his final destruction, he wanted with every fibre of his being to apologize. And one of the greatest tragedies of this character is that he never even got the chance. Perhaps the ritual lifeblood that would go on to change the world was enough.

29-Dec-2013 20:25:40

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Lego Miester

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Luseda said :
None of this was to any avail. As Lucien pulled him up from the ground and he saw Azzanadra's face, staring back at him in a state of utter disbelief, he thought to himself one thing,
"I haven't ruined everything, now have I?"
And before his final destruction, he wanted with every fibre of his being to apologize. And one of the greatest tragedies of this character is that he never even got the chance. Perhaps the ritual lifeblood that would go on to change the world was enough.

It's a darn shame Jhallan was killed off so early. He could have been an interesting character.

Luseda said :
At these rituals, Jhallan learned what a fickle friend Sliske, his very last one, could be.

You know you're in trouble when your only friend is Sliske.

Cybernet377 said :

Bandos would be an awesome dad.

"What's that, you told the other kids that your dad could beat up their dad? Of course I can! "

"You got into a fight with some of the other kids? They better be dead, or you're grounded."

"Your boyfiend/girlfriend can't even kill a greater demon with his/her bare hands? Obviously I won't let you two date each other."

Perfection. I almost want a thread just for "what would all the gods be like as parents?" but there's plenty of room here.

Icyene classmate: What was that all about Garly? You know you're not supposed to talk to Principal Saradomin like that!
Garlandria: I don't care! What's he going to do, put me in detention? Headcanon Haven, where everything is made up and the points don't matter.
OSRS Lore: Xeric
Slepe Tight - Slepe Lore

02-Jan-2014 04:51:26 - Last edited on 02-Jan-2014 04:58:21 by Lego Miester

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2008

Cybernet377

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Lego Miester said :
Perfection. I almost want a thread just for "what would all the gods be like as parents?" but there's plenty of room here.

Icyene classmate: What was that all about Garly? You know you're not supposed to talk to Principal Saradomin like that!
Garlandria: I don't care! What's he going to do, put me in detention?

I now want to write a short where Zamorak is put in charge of a class in a low income public school, and he uses a unique teaching strategy that teaches them to overcome their destitute beginnings, as well as the hurdles that are placed in their way by the area that they live in.

It would end with Zamorak making a badass speech to the principle of Saradomin's Preperatory Academy for Students of Excellence after his class' average on the standardized tests dominates in every single subject (except Spanish, because Zamorak taught them Freneskae instead after their ears eventually stopped bleeding from the alien nature of the language every time he spoke in it.)

Unfortunately, I'm currently writing something that I mentioned a couple times in the past.

02-Jan-2014 05:13:53 - Last edited on 02-Jan-2014 05:14:41 by Cybernet377

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2008

Cybernet377

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And with a special dedication to an individual with an intent that one could describe as lethal, I present to you, A Flourish of the Terms of Venery

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Lacking a dedicated territory upon Gielinor, my lord Saradomin still resides in the Grand Cathedral on New Domina. It is there that the decisions are made and battle-plans are laid to bring salvation to those upon the world that has suffered for thousands of years without the light of Saradomin. While I have been officially replaced as the commander of Lord Saradomin by Padomenes, his prior battle experience is primarily limited to minor campaigns into more chaotic worlds, as well as putting down rebels against their rightful ruler.

During both of those, he had the advantage both in numbers and in troop quality. As such, it is my duty as Saint Zilyana of Saradomin’s Radiant Legions to train him in the art of using tactics to defeat forces many times your own size, as well as to train his troops to a level that would be sufficient to combat some of Zamorak’s more powerful followers. It is regretful that the Battle of Lumbridge occurred so early that the fruits of my efforts could not be fully showcased, but Saradomin won the battle nonetheless.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on the view, the populace recognized Saradomin as their true lord and master, and we had a vast numeric advantage in the battle, so I wasn’t able to gauge how well Padomenes had learned my lessons. It’s no matter, by the time we next have a battle to fight, our forces should be fully trained and I’ll be able to personally oversee his performance.

That is all irrelevant though. Currently, Lord Saradomin seems to be having something of a dilemma. Listening at the door while my lord paces and contemplates problems aloud may not be the most reverent or the most respectful way to learn of what troubles plague him, but it is my duty to keep abreast of things so that I may better serve him.

02-Jan-2014 06:43:05

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