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Solanumtinkr

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Well I think if it nabbed the power we have now, the Wraith maybe able to turn it against Sliske, even if he was a god. He maybe near impossible to kill, that wouldn't mean that there would not be ways to turn his own power against him, to keep him prisoner. 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!
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18-Jan-2014 23:29:52

Luseda

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Armadyl stood victorious. Bandos lay dead. The triumphant raised his newly won mace high above his head, where it caught the light of the sun of a new dawn. This light struck the eyes of the mortal woman below him, who fell to her knees in terror and disbelief.

She wore purple robes that covered most of her body, with the exception of her shirt, gifted to her by the one she loved most. Around her neck was a symbol that honored him. But perhaps her most striking features were the white wings behind her back. She bore them to celebrate her gods, triumphant. One would bring peace, while the other would return, to the benefit of all. The glow of her eyes could only show a fraction of the glow in her heart, at such an auspicious time.

At least, until one of the deeds was done. She'd peacefully aided Armadyl, not slaying a single Bandosian. She repaired his structures and served his cause. Though her Zarosianism turned a few heads within the camp, she felt at home there. All the while, she dreamed of the peace he'd promised. As far as she would go, the adventurer could never get away from her background; raised by a pacifistic druid mother, she longed for an end to violence. Too often she found herself brandishing her battleaxe, or filling her enemy with arrows.The fall of the warmonger was to be the greatest victory she could imagine.

But when the mace fell, she couldn't see the war god and tyrant who threatened her hopes and dreams. In his stead, she saw her beloved. He lay, bleeding, on the ground, reaching out to her.

"Enemy of the peace!" cried Armadyl, severing his head with a stomach-turning thwack that haunted the adventurer's every nightmare.

22-Jan-2014 03:00:11

Luseda

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Armadyl turned to the distraught mortal. He could neither see her face nor her eyes for the glowing hood, but her very body sent the message her expression could not. For a moment, he didn't understand. She'd toiled for his cause. She'd wished Bandos would come to an end, just as he did. He reached an arm out to her, hoping to reconsile.

"Zarosians... You're all the same," the lady imagined him booming, so all of Gielinor could hear, "there is no room for you!"

An apologetic hand, in her waking nightmare, became a menacing claw, out to make an example of she dared to love a Zarosian, and be one herself. Armadyl did not, and it was not the corpse of her love at his feet. Still, as she came to reality, she looked the towering god in his eyes, showing him her necklace, tugging it that it left a mark on the back of her neck, crying, "Spare him!"

This she repeated, each time more frantic than the last.

"Is she trying to manipulate me?" wondered Armadyl as he watched the scene. Somehow, though, he doubted it. It seemed heartfelt, and genuinely pained. He certainly wouldn't accuse the poor girl, in case it was. Standing by his stance, he promised,
"I won't kill those who would live in peace. I will talk to him, if you so desire."
"No," the adventurer answered, turning away from the god.
"I just don't know anymore..." she lamented, before vanishing in a flash of light.

Armadyl looked on, at the empty horizon where the world guardian had stood. He began to wonder whether the girl who'd been so helpful and befriended his followers, who'd truly seemed to believe him when he told her about his vision, was going to bring trouble.

22-Jan-2014 03:01:00

Velia
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Not a story, but a random thought regarding the one above; do you think Armadyl will ever realize that the only way to achieve true peace is to have nothing alive? That'd put a dent in his following! :P

23-Jan-2014 13:01:21

William Witt
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Here's a story of mine I originally posted on the Stories forum back in November of 2010, and have subsequently made edits to.

My First Trip to the Zoo

‘This,’ declared the professor, ‘Is a unicorn.’ Various oohs and ahs came from the crowd as we gazed upon the caged quadruped.

I stifled a yawn as I looked over the milky-white creature. I could not fathom what was so exciting about a horned horse.

When I heard that we were to take a class field trip to the zoo, I expected that we would be seeing dragons and kalphites and other exciting beasts – Not pointy horses.

Leave it to Professor Marthas to render anything boring. I still recalled the time that he told us that a real live wizard would be coming to give the class a lecture. I eagerly anticipated what I imagined would be the coming of a powerful battle-mage who would teach us how to blast things apart using magic. Instead, we got a doddering old fool who rambled on about magical theory in an utterly incomprehensible manner and not once cast a single spell.

I expected more from this trip to the zoo, but once again, my hopes had been dashed. The most exciting thing we had seen thus far had been the wolves, and they were just the ordinary grey kind.

I followed the rest of the class as Professor Marthas rambled about the fascinating habits of the camel, mentioning in particular the vicious human-eating Ugthanki. If only there were a few of those here.

No, instead there were a couple of sullen, sand-coloured, very domestic-looking camels nibbling absentmindedly on some desert foliage.

It seemed likely to me that they had a greater chance of being eaten by humans than eating them.

This tour was becoming nigh on unbearable. When no one was looking, I quietly sneaked away from the rest of the group.

As I wandered off in search of more exciting exhibits, I could hear the professor mentioning the speed of the northern ferret.
The Asgarnian ale must flow.

31-Jan-2014 08:05:11 - Last edited on 31-Jan-2014 08:06:31 by William Witt

William Witt
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As I looked around, a cage filled with ice caught my eye. It looked promising, so I approached it.

To my disappointment, all I saw were a few penguins huddled together. They turned their heads to look at me as I approached.

I decided to attempt to elicit a slightly more interesting reaction from the feathered beasts. Picking up a nearby branch, I prepared to poke it through the bars.

For a brief moment, I hesitated. There was something about the steely gaze of the penguins that made me uncomfortable.

I could not understand it, but there was something almost… *menacing*… about their stares. I did not like it.

Reluctantly, I forced the tree branch through the bars and prodded the nearest penguin. For a moment, I thought I saw a cold glint of amusement in the creature’s eyes.

‘Dossvedanya, comrade.’ whispered the penguin, raising a crossbow.
The Asgarnian ale must flow.

31-Jan-2014 08:05:31 - Last edited on 31-Jan-2014 08:06:46 by William Witt

Lego Miester
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William Witt said :

Reluctantly, I forced the tree branch through the bars and prodded the nearest penguin. For a moment, I thought I saw a cold glint of amusement in the creature’s eyes.

‘Dossvedanya, comrade.’ whispered the penguin, raising a crossbow.

Brilliant. :D

It was that day, Larry's life changed forever.

(In other news, I edited the main post a little bit, keeping the theming consistent of using a short quote from each story to showcase it. I'd expand the list, but if I tried I'd end up listing most of the stories here!) Headcanon Haven, where everything is made up and the points don't matter.
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01-Feb-2014 04:16:35 - Last edited on 01-Feb-2014 04:17:09 by Lego Miester

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