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The Bloody Heist Gang

Tells history that, by the early fifth age, the Bank of Varrock, with the alliance and heavy investments coming from wealthy directors of the dwarven realm, had performed a campaign of great expansion, managing to buy out any and every other smaller bank associations within the globe, that while also raising brand new ones by themselves, where none had existed yet. Due to the great expansion, soon would the bank need to change its name to The Bank of Runescape, instead.

All the new wealth accumulated by these banks would take time to be sent away to the secret outer-dimensional main safes of the Bank of Runescape, and that slumber gave opportunity for robbers to strike. All across the world gangs were created to steal such riches, but a response would soon rise.

14-Feb-2014 20:33:56

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The Bank of Runescape formed the Runescape Council, board of important directors, associates and councilors coming from all around the world – an institution still working up onto this day, preaching for justice in terms of politics, civil rights and, of course, commerce. Anyways, from their first gathering, and together with their most trusted wizards, they came up with an unimaginable plan.

They created the infamous Skyguard, a band of elite international police-like agents that strived to put down all the gangs attempting to rob the Bank that had hired them. As the bank’s wealth was near limitless, so was their infrastructure.

Portals, wardens, illusion magic – all were at their disposal, while their most mythical and intimidating devices, the Skyships -- wonders of engineering and magical science that could have a rare kind of gas, lighter than the air, trapped in a form of a sail-balloon, make the structure itself float, and fly within the skies, powered by powerful magical engines.

The Skyguard was pressuring, merciless, unforgiving: one by one, all the bank-robbery gangs were being caught, and brought down by the heavy artillery of these guards.

But no-one can be perfect, and out of a daring plan, on an event that had all the guards leave out their tools behind to chase down shady dangerous rogues, they ended up leaving their Skyship unguarded, to be quickly taken by the members of the enduring Bloody Heist Gang.

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The Runescape Council would be quick to build and gift the Skyguard with more of their best tools, but they would never surpass, only match, the ones that the gang owned for themselves, now used at their own plans to rob out banks all around the world, now with no competition, thanks to the great gift from the Skyguard, that had killed or arrested all the other major gangs in the world.

As the Bloody Heist Gang travels the world in search of new treasures to steal, the Skyguard comes at their chase, thirsty to claim their rightful revenge.

Ok, so that's it, my take on that upcoming Heist minigame. I know, it is likely super wrong, mostly because for some reason both the guards and the robbers seem to stay at the same platform recruiting for players - I don't know if these two sides could ever gain a truce like that hehe.

At least I enjoyed thinking of a backstory for the Runescape Council (:

I just hope the official minigame at least has some kind of lore, and not simply say ''hey, we got these weird/wonderful flying ships, help us rob treasures or catch the robbers''.

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Kailithnir

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It's occurred to me, how is it determined which side of a spirit tree bears its face, relative to the positioning of the seed? Imagine how much it'd suck if a spirit tree were planted on some scenic coastline where the waves are crashing against the rocks below...backwards. This has quite possibly been the cause of chronic depression among spirit trees over the ages.

27-Feb-2014 04:07:35

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Myra's Tale

It was then the early second age, on a time in which the saradominist religion had not yet reached the local human population of the place that was at its time simply referred to as East Glades.

Fifty years prior to saint Myra’s story, those lands met the dreaded dealings of the tribal chief named Uri Grigoroy. He was a strong and imposing warrior, so much that, after a decade of wars, he would manage to unite all the territory into his iron-fist reign.

King Grigoroy would have shown to be a great battle-leader, but a horrible, judgmental ruler. He’d apply every of his beliefs into the laws of his kingdom, no matter of how absurd or plain ignorant that could have been.

On the most typical and revolting example of his deeds, he instated what was called as the Trial of Purity. Quite simply, he judged the morals of every of his citizen by their ability to float or not in the water. If they did float, their spirit was considered as light as the mystical good winds, but if they did sink, their spirit was considered heavy due to malevolence and curses, and so he would have his guards make sure such individual would have drowned in the trial.

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No oppression or brutality could save the fate of such tyrant, and thus the population would soon revolt, unable to bear his acts any longer, and they would plot for his dismissal. The people rioted, rising a mob to invade his manor, and out of anger destroying everything on their way – which included the king, along with his whole family and friends.

The king raged in immense anger over the betrayal of his subjects, and chose to deny his afterlife under the sole pesky purpose to now torment their lives for eternity.

And so, for 50 years he kept haunting their homes, destroying their crops, scaring their preys, and even killing many unguarded ones at their sleep; while also recruiting more and more angered souls to his vengeful cause. The people had tried everything and anything at their reach to defeat him, but their casts and weapons were just too weak to defeat an ethereal ghost form.

Then, came to play our hero, the young sage Myra – well known to the population, considered at the same time odd and holy, for she was not driven by the anger of the sorrow of those who she lost, but rather by the love for those who remained. She owned a huge will to help her kin, but also felt great frustration for failing at it.

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Desperate, seeing all of her previous plans result in nothing, she turned to the night’s sky, and prayed to the stars, in a state of deep melancholy and sadness – she hopelessly cried out to their light guide her way. Her wishes for salvation were strong, and so her prayer chant reached far away in the cosmos.

And she could not believe when it happened. A deity, from lands far away heard her wishes, and from the form a star crashed into land to offer her rescue. His name was Saradomin, and with him came the icyene angels.

The angels’ weapons were unlike any the humans had seen before – they were enchanted with their god’s holy blessings, whose powers were high enough to slash through the ghosts’ plasmas to deliver them death.

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Blades brandished, ghosts cried, and humans cheered – but still no sign of Myra could be found, as the holy beings searched relentlessly for their caller.

When they finally met her, it was just too late. A ghostly blade pierced her chest, blade from the spectral Grigoroy that had started it all, who was now angrier than ever.

The icyenes were horrified, and stroke, for her pain. One by one, each of them were falling, for all of them fought with their anger’s strength, and the ghostly warrior’s decades of rage was unmatched.

But then he felt it: the cold touch of an enchanted icyenic blade, led by the only one that saw behind anger, that acted for Myra’s relent, and not Grigoroy’s pain.

The king finally vanished, and that icyene rushed to take up the dyeing Myra to her arms. She could speak little, only the phrase: ‘Thank you, my Queen. For giving me hope, for showing that there is still one that can fight for the people they care, instead of for the hatred for their enemy.’

Nothing more was said that day, all in silence in respect for the death of such pure one, and awaiting for words to finally be spoken by their new queen, Efaritay Hallow.

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World Guardian, What is Wrong with You?!

I should have been happy. How long had I waited for the chance to return my god? Yet, as I gazed into my joyful beloved's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a pit, down in my stomach. The sight of him shattered me into pieces.

It was partially Kharshai's doing. I swore to tell nothing of what I saw: a promise I regrettably could not break. I gave Azzanadra's darkest hour to the Mahjarrat, and he devoured it gleefully. I feared immensely for her Azzanadra. He was so wrong, so hurt... And worst of all, I feared, he would have quite willingly destroyed himself in becoming Zaros' vessel. There had to be another option. Zaros couldn't... I couldn't...

My inability to talk tore at my heart, piece by piece. I wanted to talk, to make sure he was okay, to make sure he'd be alive and breathing the next day. I all but betrayed him to Kharshai. The guilt and fear of the passing days gnawed at me like the aphids that would destroy my mother's crop. Now, before the man I love more than life itself, all my fears came to fruition.

I needed to say something. For the longest time, I struggled with the strength to tell him what I desperately needed to. Perhaps words were not the answer, but the last thing I could have taken on top of everything else was a rejected kiss. Where, by all rights, there should have been a torrent of expression, all I could muster was,
"I won't fail him. I couldn't hurt you like that."

Before he could reply to the unexpected statement, I vanished through the World Gate, turning my head back to look at his smile for the last time. Through my mask, my breath was labored, as if my emotions had grown hands with which to choke me. The barren landscape felt like the eternity Guthix imposed upon me, stretching on perpetually, lacking joy or comfort. In the place my lover departed so long ago, I could but see my future. Could Zaros exist in such a miserable place?

25-Mar-2014 22:56:08

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Keeping my promise, I carried on. If I could not save his life, I could cause him as little pain as possible. Let it not be said that I didn't carry on, hard as each step was.

Zaros was my greatest hope and my greatest fear. I suppose it must not have been difficult for him to enter my mind: he was already there. Staring at the orb that meant my fortune or ruin, I finally felt emboldened to say what I needed to. Falling on hands and knees, eyes wide, staring straight into the black mist, I pleaded,
"Not him, not him, not him, not him!"

"What do you mean?" was the reply, "the simulacrum is many things, but not a 'he'."

I rose to my feet, wiping my forehead. Painful sparks flew through my entire body. Struggling to hold myself up, barely able to speak, I half asked, half cried,
"Azzanadra is not going to be your host?"

I have heard no horror more comforting than that in his voice at such a question. I hugged myself, drawing breaths as deep as my mask would allow. Zaros could not see it, but he made me smile then. The swooning began to subside. I didn't think he could care. Yet, there he was, confused at the idea that dogged me for so long. I didn't think we'd have much of anything in common. Yet here we were, in my own mind, united.

Once I'd collected myself, I stared my god straight in the void, clenching my fists in determination. My task was not forgotten in my sheer relief. I would succeed that day. I wove into the dark simulacrum the last of my fears and the joy of the impending reunion. The goddess is awake, the world in danger, but I will never forget the smile on your face.

My darling, I've brought you a rose; and not one that grows from your grave. We've been cast in this great performance, you and I. Whether I get a kissing scene or no, I will stand by you until the very end. Let's do as we are tasked now. Let's save the world!

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